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Ruth is an anagram

Ruth was not her name Ruth is just her game To save her face, and keep her safe, Dispite the pain she gave, Ruth will be the same Ruth was first, the best, the worst The one who took us everywhere And once I lost her in the crowd And found her again in all new wares The greatest kiss The fastest ride Up great hills and down sweet planes To an end most fowl. Twice I died. Ruth was the first, the best, the worst The one who ruined everything And again I lost her to the crowd And met her again in the wings The sideline view of her shook my heart And rocked my feeble world Up terrible mountains And down sharp plunges To an end so fowl That it could.only be that girl Ruth is not her name Ruth is just her game She may not know the way she works, The way she is, that's Ruth. Ruth hurt
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MadElky
21 / M
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Written by
MadElky
21 / M
Published
Nov 13, 2014
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35·163
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I write here to you to save myself from writing there

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#hurt#anagram#ruth
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