true love
The rest of the world ain't like her darl'n.
Sorry to break it to you suga' bun,
but it's true.
What's hidden behind the iron curtain,
or eye to fragile to see,
is a land with out lattés...
Iced or hot!
Yes.
Some places it's very hot.
burning.
and there's no water to drink.
not a drop.
I'm sorry to alarm you, my pretty
but the world is different
and you must see.
Honestly, it does not matter
and I don't care
if your diamond eyes shatter
or your little heart breaks.
You must feel this pain.
You must.
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