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I Sold My Soul To The Devil.

I sold my soul to the devil
For a good time
He showed me the finer
Things in life
And caught my wandering eye
He bought me shiney things
And expensive
Diamond rings
I was wrapped around his finger

There I was in the palm
Of his hand
A puppet on a string
He gained it all
And I lost everything
He drained me dry
Held me up on a pedestal
And then let me fall to the ground
And when I needed him
The most
He was no where to be found
Written by Hiraeth
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