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The silence before the fight The moment before explosion I can feel it creepy slowly on me She's waiting to say something She won't let it slip unless I ask Yet, I'm never ready for the condemnation It's my fault... whatever it is, it's me She's gonna tell me about my problem How I don't do this or that But won't say anything else I get ripped apart because she's upset I get treated like the **** she does doesn't effect me Am I just a throw away toy? You're avoiding me now Don't like my presence? Want to be alone? I wouldn't blame you, I'm not fond of myself either.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
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The silence before the fight The moment before explosion I can feel it creepy slowly on me She's waiting to say something She won't let it slip unless I ask Yet, I'm never ready for the condemnation It's my fault... whatever it is, it's me She's gonna tell me about my problem How I don't do this or that But won't say anything else I get ripped apart because she's upset I get treated like the **** she does doesn't effect me Am I just a throw away toy? You're avoiding me now Don't like my presence? Want to be alone? I wouldn't blame you, I'm not fond of myself either.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
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