I saw how my heart was hanging from the branch of a tree, and there, under the tree, was my one and only love, blindfolded and with a bat on his hands, trying as hard as he could to break my heart.
The end.
I saw how my heart was hanging from the branch of a tree, and there, under the tree, was my one and only love, blindfolded and with a bat on his hands, trying as hard as he could to break my heart.
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