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My blouse stained in blood The house I've built is starting to flood Oh how I wish I could just throw these feelings into the mud But oh those flies Ladies of the night Preying on my meat Oh how I would love to beat and beat and beat Until they cannot eat Or squeak
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:58 AM UTC
Hate on my Sleeve
My blouse stained in blood The house I've built is starting to flood Oh how I wish I could just throw these feelings into the mud But oh those flies Ladies of the night Preying on my meat Oh how I would love to beat and beat and beat Until they cannot eat Or squeak
DepressedKira
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18/F/Los Angeles
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:58 AM UTC
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