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Jun 2018
Him
Please tell me, oh tell me why
Do you treat me like this and make me cry
You left me alone, cold, wet, worn and battered
When all I do is offer my devotion and everything else that mattered
My life, My soul, My absolute muse. I would trade it all for you, only you. So offer me some love, only a bit and notice me as your pawn at disposal to use
Written by
Darcia Jones
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