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Feb 2015
her
You take her for granted
You take her and slam her
She's a party favour for you friends to enjoy
While you play drinking games on her bones

Her eyes tell her story
Which is why she closes them tight
She never wants to remember that night

And when her baby cries
She remembers her own
Now she has to raise this baby alone
Riot
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Riot  Pennsylvania
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