Green is a colour
The recent torrent of promises; agreement on togetherness, unremitting affections, dedication and sacrifices — is a phase. If he doesn’t break it, I will.
I did. Because I am intrinsically programmed to stumble. And however forgiving he is, his method of catharsis will always hurt me. But who wouldn’t say I brought it on myself?
I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
Watch 2 Days in Paris because they have the exact description that I am incapable of composing.
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- 3.6.10 / 12pm
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