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Apr 2014
The world is beautiful, but also sick,
And she's a product of her environment.

So don't place blame on the bright red lipstick,
Or the devious hand that's applying it.

Or the way that she gets, every once in a while,
How she steals his bleeding heart, then leaves with a smile.

If your eyes can't stay open, it could be dismissed
But ******* if they open in the middle of a kiss.
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Samantha Elizabeth
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Samantha Elizabeth  26/F/Upstate New York
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