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Apr 2017
It never really ends
Just sort of twists and unfolds
Never ever cured
Just under control
Someday he'll **** me
Or the both of us I suppose
If she's lucky
She'll be spared the worst
Hope
Cause in reality
No one is.
Written by
Blake Bourland
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