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Feb 2020
I bleed
And I cut
Every inch of your lust
You make me want to die inside
You make me cry on my way home
You made me flip 3 times
Why do I
Get found by men like you
Men that like to pull thread through your needle
I wish I could stab it into you
Written by
Brie Williams
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     maxwell vyne and Pluto
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