Aug 2017
Hurt Feelings
I cried
when you lied
You pimped my body
on the street
& sold the shoes off my feet
Now that I'm without shoes & poor
the neighbors call me "the bare-foot *****"
I cried
when you lied
You pimped my body
on the street
& sold the shoes off my feet
Now that I'm without shoes & poor
the neighbors call me "the bare-foot *****"
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หขโฑแตแตแตโฟแต แดฎแตแตแตแต, หขโฑโฟแตแตแตแตสณแต
(หขโฑแตแตแตโฟแต แดฎแตแตแตแต, หขโฑโฟแตแตแตแตสณแต)
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