Friday, 27 November 2015
second chances
The moment i handed the bullet needed to hurt or kill me to Romanov, i knew this time he wouldnt miss. I was giving love a second chance and i knew i could be hurt even worse than before. But i took it. Romnaov took the gun and aimed it straight to my heart, and before i knew it, i was a goner
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