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Oct 2013
My smiles are fake, but my tears are real
The pain you make is the only pain I feel
You are my reason, you are my course
You are my razor, you are my force
Because staying with you us drags me through the mud
But it saves me the pain
Of spilling my blood
So go ahead
**** me slowly
But surely
Because I've just bled out
Everything
And I'm done
So ultimately
*I am dead
Tales of a Broken Girl
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