It's your god. They're your rules. *You* go to hell.
In the end, we all are broken souls with a past we’ve survived, a story to tell, and the desperate hope that someone will listen.
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Tell me what you really like, baby, I can take my time. We don't ever have to fight, just take it step-by-step. I can see it in your eyes, 'cause they never tell me lies. I can feel that body shake and the heat between your legs.