In my dark apartment, there played us on my couch, you crying in my arms about your 'cheating boyfriend'. I already told you many times he was just using you for statues, you didn't listen. I let out a soft sigh, suddenly ... I pulled you down onto the couch, you under me. You look up at me, tears still in your eyes. It makes me angry. "Be with a real man instead. A real man like me." Looking you dead in the eye, my eyes cold and a hint of desire
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