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Feb 2016
she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of, she enjoyed playing with their
love and killing their souls like heavenly doves,

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of, she would purposely cuff 'em to her heart slowly pulling all the art out, and burning it to ashes, as she watched tears fall upon their lashes,*

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of,
she would sip on their hearts as if it were a coffee mug, and give 'em kisses sweeter then toffee candy, as they began to wrap around her sandy-skinned finger,


she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of,
she was just too pretty, for any boys in the city to finally realize that she was treating them like ****** toys.


**oh
what
a
sad
and
mad
and
bad
p
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    t
      y.
excuse my language at the end, but i felt like doing some sort of bad girl vibe here.
m i a
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m i a  20/F/m a r s
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