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exploring the ruins of ancient Italy
reminds me of exploring
the dark parts of your soul
sorry I haven't posted in a week. I was in Italy for spring break
you little thing
so frail and innocent
what I'm about to tell you
will hit you
like a ton of bricks
and I'm sorry
but please don't cry for me
used
abused
and confused
I have so much to say
but I don't know where to start
I act like this is what I deserve
"don't let him do that to you"
this is all I'm used to
do I deserve to be treated
like a princess?
what makes you think
I have the time for your games?
one, two, three
you walk past like nothing
everyday we say hello
I ask you about your activities
because I just love hearing your voice
one, two, three
will love ever choose me?
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