Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..


I miss your birthday, I'm sorry.

My first perfume smelled like pure alcohol, you didn't mind because you thought it was your own breath.
My second smelt like pure gasoline which you found really cool and started calling me "hot thing".

The perfume I'm wearing now smells like me missing you. And you don't even care.

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