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Aug 2019
I M NOT YOURS,
THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID.
THE EXOTIC CLUB'S BILL,
THAT I PAID.

YOUR PRESENCE CRAVES,
MY LIL HEADACHES,
THAT WERE YOUR SWEETEST REPLIES.
I WAS MURDERED,
FROM THE WORDS OF MY OWN ALLY.


EACH CHOCOLATE
THAT I SHARED
EVERY PARK AND GARDEN
WHERE WE PLAYED
LAID
UNDER THE CHERRY TREE
PAID
THE COST OF SPREE

DIDN'T MADE ANY SENSE TO YOU,
BETRAYING ME PLEASED YOU,
MY FILTHY RICHNESS CLICKED YOU,
YAA GOLD DIGGER I FIGURED YOU.
THIS IS TO INFORM EVERY GIRL WHO LOVES  ONLY MONEY
WELL THAT'S FUNNY
Satvik gupta
Written by
Satvik gupta  21/M/India
(21/M/India)   
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