Urban Love
Scar face was the name engraved to his heart
I wana love the scar but the
​the invitation was only for those who wanted to...die! The feeling of death was alive in me...but the scar on his face was the cut that engraved his heart and gave him the name scar
....who is to blame for this
new name...if ever the hands of time could travel
back...the blame for his new
​new name was....me. Hello my name is Game!
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It's so beautiful!
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