Pretty girls come with pretty problems and I might be both. I know the look, I know the game, and I know exactly when to leave. Call it trouble if you want, I just call it having standards with a face that makes bad decisions look tempting and somehow still worth the risk.
Dear God, please give me the strength to accept what I cannot change. Ease the weight in my heart, teach me how to let go with sincerity and help me find peace instead of pain. Above all, help me protect my dignity, even when my heart wants to hold on.
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