July 2012
June 2012
Rich
It’s pretty damn cliche to say you are perfect, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking it and believing it. I’m well aware I’m a crazy mother fucker and somehow you eat that shit up. You put me in my place and put your whole heart into helping me when I am sad. I’ve never been able to look at someone and see how much they love me in there eyes, emotions, just...
I'm never speaking up again
starting now.
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