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he fed you sweet sweet words like honey their taste like sugar on his tongue no one had ever been so kind so to every word you clung he told you, you were pretty, in the dress he had bought that you were smart when you remembered all the things he had taught you came to need those words just as much as you need air the way they showed you that you had beauty ever since he'd placed it there but you didn't see the truth, the holes the words left in his teeth as he used all of the sugar to coat the rotted heart beneath he revealed to you your beauty but made it so you would believe that you would be quick to lose it if you ever were to leave so you stayed fast stuck beside him as you fell deeper for his trick smiling like nothing was wrong when the sugar made you sick but let me tell you something, you do not need him there to shine a boy should never have a say on how your worths defined I know you have the power to break out of his sticky grip for you were beautiful before the words had touched his sour lips
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
sHE trUSted him and he left her
he fed you sweet sweet words like honey their taste like sugar on his tongue no one had ever been so kind so to every word you clung he told you, you were pretty, in the dress he had bought that you were smart when you remembered all the things he had taught you came to need those words just as much as you need air the way they showed you that you had beauty ever since he'd placed it there but you didn't see the truth, the holes the words left in his teeth as he used all of the sugar to coat the rotted heart beneath he revealed to you your beauty but made it so you would believe that you would be quick to lose it if you ever were to leave so you stayed fast stuck beside him as you fell deeper for his trick smiling like nothing was wrong when the sugar made you sick but let me tell you something, you do not need him there to shine a boy should never have a say on how your worths defined I know you have the power to break out of his sticky grip for you were beautiful before the words had touched his sour lips
Tyedyewhore
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
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