The Last bonding… To His… To Hers…

To the paradox I once was foned of…

Tranquilized by my love for…

I bleed through bloody fist…

Punch on concept walls…

Till I fractured my wrists…

This is the final price to pay…

When dealing with the un-devoted…

Tooo free…

I don’t know what it is…

I feel like men are more into…

Commitment…

Than women these days…

When I fall out of love…

For enything…

I genuinely hate the year…

Then stand back up…

Fighting for love…

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