He saw you. He met you. He wanted you. He liked you. He chased you. He got you. He had you. He got bored of you. He left you. He broke you.
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Sometimes, The person you would take a bullet for Ends up being the one behind the gun.
DO NOT Judge Me
By my hair colour, My weight, My skin colour, Because if you do, you might miss who i really am.
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