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words hurt and never work much like your face down in the dirt looking up my short short skirt but never mind the more perverse lets just focus on whats worse you make me feel like I'm about to burst and though I'd like to think I was coerced you had me by the second verse and just in case you didn't know that was not the moment you said "Hello" but with these things you never know and when its time for me to leave will you tell me this time was wasted happily? or would you hurt me all the same like the ending to one of your twisted games but as you know, I'm just as sick pretending I'm great, when the world is shit I guess I'm a bit of a masochist longing for that burning kiss with the iron taste upon my lips and I'm sorry I have the need for it its what i consider pleasurable I guess.
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alysia-victoria-gonzales
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May 28, 2011
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