I write to learn from mistakes with love
There once was a girl who never looked down, never regretted what she was about. Then one day she met this boy who had everything she wanted and so much poise. She gave him her heart and set herself free and now she's crying, she's crying at my feet. What do I do? Her heart is turning blue. I guess she learned her lesson, never fall in love with a fool.
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