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What kind of friend, leaves the other for dead? You have put me at my witts end. I trusted you, I loved you, And this, This is my repay? You and your ******* lies, Sent me straight to my very demise, Sh, this our little secret, Dont tell my mom, Dont tell my dad, But this, this is your fault, And now because you got in my head, My parents have to burry me, You led me to my witts end, Because of you, I am dead
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
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What kind of friend, leaves the other for dead? You have put me at my witts end. I trusted you, I loved you, And this, This is my repay? You and your ******* lies, Sent me straight to my very demise, Sh, this our little secret, Dont tell my mom, Dont tell my dad, But this, this is your fault, And now because you got in my head, My parents have to burry me, You led me to my witts end, Because of you, I am dead
hayden-murphy
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
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