When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall, and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call. Telling me I need a girl who’s as sweet as a dove. For the first time in my life, I see I need love. There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I’m not saying no names. Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you’ve done to her.

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