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Oct 2018
You joy stealer, you bad bad liar
Always walks away after breaking my heart into pieces,that fulfills his burning desire
Swept away by the sound of my cry as he throws me in the fire
A joy stealer, A bad bad liar
He feeds on pain,he collects broken hearts
Taken away by your sadness and if you think what I'm saying is madness
Look at the satisfaction in his eyes when he sees you drowning in sorrow
A heartless joy stealer and a bad bad liar
Paints a canvas using nothing but my mascara tears to complete his art of the helpless
Oh my dear old sadist you will forever remain a joy stealer and a bad bad liar
Grace Thaba
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Grace Thaba  21/F/Pretoria
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