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Jul 2016
I remember your cruel love
The first time you said you loved me
The first time you led me down the stairs
There was nothing in you I wanted
But naive young girls do naive young things

Your words were like gifts
Your gifts were like a song
I blindly sang along
Trusting you was easy
But you proved me wrong

I'm cruel in my heart, I know it
But it's what you planted for me
Your mean hands ripped open my chest
You buried something so ugly and dark
So deep it bled into my soul.

Something inside of you was broken
Something was breaking inside of me too
I think of you now and my hands lock up
I hope you have all daughters
I hope they date men like you

I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.
Siren Coast
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Siren Coast
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