suzy Q

the liar who told the truth






he said

"Perhaps her summer was cold and lonely. Or so it seemed that sringtime blossons never bloomed. But there she stood a broken woman. In her eyes stood pain heart break. This shattered broken woman i wanted to love. I wanted the heart that was shattered.
Maybe she is hard maybe she is guarded but in the inside she's sweet and soft like a new born baby quilt. I am in love with her...the shattered woman."

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