He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
He's not my bias because of his looks. He's not my bias because he's famous. He's my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought
