11 09 09
September, the eleven.
Rudee Iskandar,
I'm Yours.
I'll hope this last, because I've got no other things to hold onto now.
I trust you like how I used to trust them,
but please show me you're different.
You told me you love me, I love you harder.
So please, give me your hands
So please, give me a lesson on how to steal,
steal a heart
As fast as you stole mine, as you stole mine
xoxo❤
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