there's a girl behind this wall who doesn't give a shit . . there's a girl, inside that empty heart, who seems doesn't care at all. you just walked through it, tough. you used to say that I was the strangest and the most different person you had ever seen . . I wish you still feeling the same, in hopes that you wouldn't never let me go away 'cause I'll do my best to make you realize we are perfect for each other. . I don't know what it is . . . all these butterflies or words running down around my head. However, someone told me it calls "love".
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