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She never stood a chance, did she?
Disgust
Mistrust
Erupt
Abrupt
Disgust for my touch, past fueled mistrust
At his name tears sting, erupt, abrupt
Mistrust
Erupt
Abrupt
Disgust for my touch, past fueled mistrust
At his name tears sting, erupt, abrupt
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