If my words were too harsh
and my silence was to loud
will my love be enough?
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If my words were too harsh
and my silence was to loud
will my love be enough?
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mrmelody7 says: Make him think Mz Lady make him think |
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TONE
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Next Time
We tangled before and the dance was not finished​
don’t come for me!
I can’t be responsible for the entangled web that will be weaved of you and me
don’t come for me!
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