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First you loved 📌

Planet One
Jan 17, 2024
1 min read

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

And

Then

You promised

You started loosing control

Crazy nights

Broken beds

Internet Sex

Desire

Fantasy to life

Always and forever

And then ?

You ran away

And ran away again

Do you remember me when you f..k him

Does he knows you suppose to love till end of days ?

Till the day almost …

Kill me ..

And now ?

Leaving you from behind ?

That’s where your eyes are looking back while you are moving forward seeing nothing but back loook

Let’s touch the mint and smell our hands

Let’s mint our planet ..page 25/Budapest light

From 100 boring story ( Garden of mint )

Ok readers relax it’s just a song i was hearing , I doubt I captured the phrases all but that’s what I heard and shared with you manually (typing it )