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Sep 2
you were cruel
the intoxicating type of cruel
the type that'll lure me to you

to everyone you'd be a monster,
to me
you're one cruel son of a gun..
the type I'll be keeping
forever.

now what's really cruel is how much you ignore me,
how much you make me jealous
it makes me insane, love...

just please be more gentle with my heart?
don't use it like a punching bag...
I beg of you..
Maria
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Maria  17/F/VA
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