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Mar 2014
She
She don't believe in love
Her heart holds nothing, but pain
She tried to help others heal, but she couldn't She's full of resentment
Love tortured her soul
She is so empty. Her eyes are full of emptiness
She cries herself to sleep and no one is there to give a shoulder to cry on - she's scared of the payment she might have to make if she considers that
Her pretense is good
She's good at playing people's emotions
She's like a serpent - so easy to deceive*

By: @Ofentse_Tsie
Ofentse Tsie
Written by
Ofentse Tsie  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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     Bridgette Scotch
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