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Sep 2010
as our bodies fill my bed, so do the lies you put into my head

how could you be so unclean?

tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours, you said

is this something i should have foreseen?

and i let it happen, again, and again

once again, you said: tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours
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Kendra
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