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You ripped my heart apart more than I can count, It's getting harder and harder to breathe in and breathe out.. You left internal bleeding, Im slowly drowning from the grieving, Of losing a life and love that was just apart of your planned act. Your nothin but a deadbeat and that's nothin but a fact. Your a phony homie.. Sweetie, a fake is a fake.. I know what real is. Standing at a mirror, it's what's right before my face. It's the daughter WE created that I raise while your off without a trace.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Your phony
You ripped my heart apart more than I can count, It's getting harder and harder to breathe in and breathe out.. You left internal bleeding, Im slowly drowning from the grieving, Of losing a life and love that was just apart of your planned act. Your nothin but a deadbeat and that's nothin but a fact. Your a phony homie.. Sweetie, a fake is a fake.. I know what real is. Standing at a mirror, it's what's right before my face. It's the daughter WE created that I raise while your off without a trace.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
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