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Nov 14
She was wild like Scarlett letter,

is it her fault that she didn't know any better...

She lit her match, and lit up the torch,

dancing in a trance while there's a flame running off...

They call girls like me easy,

Is it wrong to want to love other people's bodies?

We grow up in worlds ruled by hate,

expressing myself shouldn't make me 'insane'...
Written by
       c, freebird, TD and BR Dragos
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