I have no time for bullshit. Or maybe, I have.
I can waste my time rolling on the grass field with you.
I am a sucker for love. You are my Waterloo and I hate it.
Believe me, love. Believe me.
There is so much in you which draws every piece of my soul.
I hate it, I really do.
Please do me a favor. Do not let my eyes set upon yours again.
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