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Fuck Boy

Oh god, if you turn out to be a fuck boy If you turn out to be like all the rest I swear I'll hate you I swear I'll have trust issues I swear you'd have fucked me over I swear No I promise I will gladly punch you And let you know what a Fuck boy you are And how you proved me wrong That you are like the rest A fuck boy A user To make yourself look better By making me Seem like a loser Like some lovey dovey idiot Something I'm not Ew Fuck Off That's not the case But if that's what your doing Get fucked You fuck boy
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violet-blue
Published
Jun 25, 2015
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30·114
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#love#trust#depressed#dark#shit#dumb#down#deep#issues#fuckboy
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