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He keeps me in a glass case Shows me off all over town Calls me his so no one else can Brings me home whenever he can But he never plays with me Why does he never play with me? Hateful and hurt emotions wrestling They're keeping me up tonight The glow of my phone on my face He knows something's wrong Why won't he ask me what's wrong? He talks to me like I'm his little sister He mocks me for studying what I love He calls me a hippie because I care too much He thinks my dreams are immature He says I'm perfect but I'm not his perfect
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
**** him.
He keeps me in a glass case Shows me off all over town Calls me his so no one else can Brings me home whenever he can But he never plays with me Why does he never play with me? Hateful and hurt emotions wrestling They're keeping me up tonight The glow of my phone on my face He knows something's wrong Why won't he ask me what's wrong? He talks to me like I'm his little sister He mocks me for studying what I love He calls me a hippie because I care too much He thinks my dreams are immature He says I'm perfect but I'm not his perfect
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
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