And so the story goes

And so the story goes of how a ***** got so cold,

and as in ***** I mean me,

yes Im a she;

I dont give a **** if you dont like my linguistics,

but anyway let me get back to the real ****

As I was saying of how I got so cold,

you know how it goes,

how when stupid **** keeps repeating itself it gets ******* old;

**** being cold,

its now to the point my heart is getting old;

Nah scratch its getting old, its ******* dead,

it ******* dried up and disintegrated, no love to be felt or said;

Its no longer doable like calculus,

its gonna take a ******* alchemist

to revive something that is lost, never to come back again;

Any hope I had left is done,

in place of my heart now lies a gun

ready to shoot any ************

whos trying to play me for a sucker;

I refuse to suffer

so instead I just became rougher, tougher,

immune to all these ******* bluffers;

I dont believe **** none of ya say,

I cannot be dismayed

anymore

So please dont look at my love as something to implore;

Its ******* mine,

until the day that I die...

-E.G

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