everynight,
a new wolf,
ready to tear my soul apart,
ready to stab a dagger,
deep into my heart,
they say women like us,
belongs to hell,
pity on them,
how virtuous are they,
to spend nights,
with hellworms like us,
they say,
we are disreputable,
how respectful they are,
to be with us for nights,
how can they be white collored,
after darkening our lives,
i always wonder how
we weren't born this way,
they made us .......
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
everynight,
a new wolf,
ready to tear my soul apart,
ready to stab a dagger,
deep into my heart,
they say women like us,
belongs to hell,
pity on them,
how virtuous are they,
to spend nights,
with hellworms like us,
they say,
we are disreputable,
how respectful they are,
to be with us for nights,
how can they be white collored,
after darkening our lives,
i always wonder how
we weren't born this way,
they made us .......
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