I’m all out of arrows
Cupid texted.
Thank God for that, I reply.
But you don’t believe in God.
Sometimes, my friend.
Sometimes,
I do.
I’m all out of arrows
Cupid texted.
Thank God for that, I reply.
But you don’t believe in God.
Sometimes, my friend.
Sometimes,
I do.
Words Of An Average White Male 
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Wow, thanks so much for taking the time to do this, it’s much appreciated!
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Welcome!
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I Love this! ❤
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I’m glad that it resonates, thanks for the read Penny!
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Thank God that cupid is out of arrows but arrows or not still I fell in love with this. ♥
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