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May 2016
Let's start this off with a big woozie,
we all think your a bit of a ******,
a bit on the fake side,
you don't have anything to hide,
you think your a forgotten youth,
when really your hiding from the bleeding truth,
you always over-do it all,
one day you are going to fall,
from your throne made of lies,
you think you have all the guys,
toss and turn make a web of insecurities,
you are just another one of those saddening charities,
you see a mile of golden sand,
children standing hand,
in hand,
you don't join,
you don't flip the coin,
you sit there behind a screen,
you think you're a queen,
type and hit send,
but all you do is play pretend,
you think you can hide from all of them,
you're a piece of coal and not a gem,
you got tickets on yourself,
but your mind goes round and round like a carousel,
no tickets for me,
honey please,
you only crave one thing from all of it,
but you will never get it, not even one bit,
all the attention from the boys,
do they know they are just your toys,
playing around and saying what they want to hear,
baby girl you are everything they fear,
fake and plastic,
you heard it you little spastic,
please can you stop,
you'll never reach the top,

Let's end it with a big bang,
you're probably never gonna touch a guys ***** ****.
co-authored with Kyah
summer
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summer  16/F
(16/F)   
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