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Feb 2015
don't say my name out loud
don't speak to me like you do

my love for you was pure
the most real thing I have ever felt
but you had the nerve to ***** me over
not even once not even twice

thanks to you I didnt wanted to breathe
my heart was dying and my soul was weak

the devil kept calling my name
and after a while, I gave in.
If my name was different would u still love me
Belle Victoria
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Belle Victoria  F/Montreal, Canada
(F/Montreal, Canada)   
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