mawleh:Whose name made you drink enough to forget your own? Thetips of his fingers strolled all...

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Whose name made you drink enough to forget your own? The
tips of his fingers strolled all over your skin, all over your body but never
made it to your heart. 4am called and it wants its gloom back. He smothered you
with forged sunshine and stitched the flaws with pseudo social media posts; you
acted so fond of the way he presented you but pleaded in your mind for more
than – OBJECTION YOUR HONOUR – Objection overruled as he shoves the façade further
down the throats of the onlookers.