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life fucks us
Fuck,
Damn,
Slam the door,
Close your legs you little whore,
Whip the make up off your face,
Look in the mirror to fine a discrace,
Hair in a mess,
Hickys on your chest,
Not dressed to impress,
Lock the door before you go,
Forget her,
Fuck that little hoe.
Pulled your hair back,
Washed your face,
Act like nothing happened,well in that case,
You got fucked over
No one cares,
Atleast I dont ,
And I wont ,
Never again will I feel remorse,
Well of couse after it all,
I might be shaken but a single tear shall not fall,
Well thats all.
Damn,
Slam the door,
Close your legs you little whore,
Whip the make up off your face,
Look in the mirror to fine a discrace,
Hair in a mess,
Hickys on your chest,
Not dressed to impress,
Lock the door before you go,
Forget her,
Fuck that little hoe.
Pulled your hair back,
Washed your face,
Act like nothing happened,well in that case,
You got fucked over
No one cares,
Atleast I dont ,
And I wont ,
Never again will I feel remorse,
Well of couse after it all,
I might be shaken but a single tear shall not fall,
Well thats all.
Published 2nd Jan 2013
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