I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrows.
