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And so the story goes of how a ***** got so cold, and as in ***** I mean me, yes Im a she; I dont give a **** if you dont like my linguistics, but anyway let me get back to the real **** As I was saying of how I got so cold, you know how it goes, how when stupid **** keeps repeating itself it gets ******* old; **** being cold, its now to the point my heart is getting old; Nah scratch its getting old, its ******* dead, it ******* dried up and disintegrated, no love to be felt or said; Its no longer doable like calculus, its gonna take a ******* alchemist to revive something that is lost, never to come back again; Any hope I had left is done, in place of my heart now lies a gun ready to shoot any ************ whos trying to play me for a sucker; I refuse to suffer so instead I just became rougher, tougher, immune to all these ******* bluffers; I dont believe **** none of ya say, I cannot be dismayed anymore So please dont look at my love as something to implore; Its ******* mine, until the day that I die... -E.G
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
And so the story goes
And so the story goes of how a ***** got so cold, and as in ***** I mean me, yes Im a she; I dont give a **** if you dont like my linguistics, but anyway let me get back to the real **** As I was saying of how I got so cold, you know how it goes, how when stupid **** keeps repeating itself it gets ******* old; **** being cold, its now to the point my heart is getting old; Nah scratch its getting old, its ******* dead, it ******* dried up and disintegrated, no love to be felt or said; Its no longer doable like calculus, its gonna take a ******* alchemist to revive something that is lost, never to come back again; Any hope I had left is done, in place of my heart now lies a gun ready to shoot any ************ whos trying to play me for a sucker; I refuse to suffer so instead I just became rougher, tougher, immune to all these ******* bluffers; I dont believe **** none of ya say, I cannot be dismayed anymore So please dont look at my love as something to implore; Its ******* mine, until the day that I die... -E.G
#andsothestorygoes #suffer #tougher #rougher #fucklove #bluffers
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
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