Cupid struck with his arrows
The sicknesses was killing me pulled all the little arrows out buring them to make some revile. Shooting them at the lovesick puppys he was creating sorry cupid not everyone wants your love nor your affection for the romances
Cupid struck with his arrows slowly poisoning me well cupid baby check your heart at least i died knowing my scorn tured you to a ravaged bugbear even if your love was the death of me.
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