You tell me you've slept with a million girls, and I know you still do because that's who you are. You're a fuckboy. That's your lifestyle.
You ask me what I think about it as if my opinion matters in your life and I shrug with nonchalance as if it doesn't matter. But there's a problem.
It does, and I'm dying inside.
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Confessions Of The One Who Fell ✔
PoetryIn which Joy has read 'Chasing Red' by Isabelle Ronin on wattpad, a social app for readers and writers and her heart is still empty because she hasn't been lucky to meet her own Knight in shining armor and.... She finally stopped believing in fairyt...
