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I Dropped My Gumball


Think I should lay down beside her, but no, not behind her. it might get intense if I decide to fold blind her I mean blind fold her. high thoughts announced sober. I'm saying shawty, my heart's colder then you could ever imagine; Polar. make no mistake, my intentions are great. but I could never do it again if it means the trust has to bend. I can't pretend, like it's not the end. I saw it coming, damn, I saw it coming. should have done my first thought && got to running. but it's nothing. I find myself doing duplications of mistakes foolishly taken. never thought that I'd be racing, with faith. damn, who are you to tell me what to do? I should decide my own fate not a being with no face. though I cant front its true, through all the ish you've put me through I've come out on top, thanks to you. -Breezy
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