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It never really ends Just sort of twists and unfolds Never ever cured Just under control Someday he'll **** me Or the both of us I suppose If she's lucky She'll be spared the worst Hope Cause in reality No one is.
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
What the future holds
It never really ends Just sort of twists and unfolds Never ever cured Just under control Someday he'll **** me Or the both of us I suppose If she's lucky She'll be spared the worst Hope Cause in reality No one is.
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
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