It's broken. Torn. Beat up. Barely beating. It's been stitched up. Mended. Fixed. Then rebroken. Retorn. Beat up again. It's now bruised. No longer red and pink. It's black and blue. It's failing. Giving up. No. It gave up. My heart. But then. I found him. Well. No. Actually. He found me.
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  • Se ha unidoMarch 26, 2014

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