"the way he walked... the way he talked... the cold look in his eyes... the cracking of his knuckles read trouble, yet all I could see is a small misunderstood boy just wanting someone to let in"
"the way he walked... the way he talked... the cold look in his eyes... the cracking of his knuckles read trouble, yet all I could see is a small misunderstood boy just wanting someone to let in"
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The bad boy isn't my type.
And yet my life took a 180° turn because of him.
Why you ask?
Because what I didn't know was that I happened to be his.
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