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One distinct memory was replaying in my head,
the day he told me,
he couldn't live without me.
As I packed my bags,
ready to leave him,
If he couldn't live without me,
then he shouldn't have been red.
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One distinct memory was replaying in my head,
the day he told me,
he couldn't live without me.
As I packed my bags,
ready to leave him,
If he couldn't live without me,
then he shouldn't have been red.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro