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This one is called DUMB **** this one is a little angry

shave That

 

lose This

 

burn That

 

freeze It like this if the fire wont do it

 

Please do me a favor and accept what I am shoving down your ******* throat

 

How could you hate us?

 

I am everything you want me to be-

 

Soft skin, inviting hips, lips sweet like wine

 

on a golden plate, special made, just for you.

 

That one is a ***** ***** and this one will **** whoever comes your way

 

She’s a pregnant ***** and that one is a heartless ** got rid of her own

 

But hey, “it ***** you had to get rid of it” Do you remember? Sometimes I remember well.

 

Draw the perfect image and erase her when you’re done

 

Do as you like but

 

don’t you dare ask her what is keeping her up.

 

Don’t you dare ask her what she needs to know

 

and don’t you DARE ask her how she is.

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