Spike
I want to say, I love to make those ankle bracelets, you know, of beautiful red beads. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels so good. It’s my love, since my heart has been broken twice in my life, and I’m young.
I want to say, I love to make those ankle bracelets, you know, of beautiful red beads. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels so good. It’s my love, since my heart has been broken twice in my life, and I’m young.
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