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Sep 2020
There is no point for her being good
She was good with those who didn't deserve
They played with her little heart just like a soft toy
And at the end, ripped it apart
She was stupid
She was silly
As she still stood there smiling like a fool
But now... she picks up the knife
And cuts her chest
Takes out the bruised bleeding heart
And throws it in the bin.
Now no love....no feeling
nothing for anyone.
She is done!
Be like snow....beautiful but cold.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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