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I must be part of your collection Cuz you can't see What you Do to me I must be waiting on your affections till I can breathe As you Display me I must be under constant protection On a shelf under glass Pay to see I must be only a reflection Of what you like you wanna be Part of me I must be part of your collection look fast no flash Photography No doubt in my mind of deception One of a kind Rare as can be that's me I must never show objections To anything You'll ever ask Of me I must display constent perfection My **** smile Cute dress hair flowing i must be part of your collection I'm not alone On this shelf I know they see I always fear your rejection Bcuz no one else Knows I'm here Just you and me Maybe you think I'm a projection of what you are You leave behind a legacy I guess I'm just a sick infection you'll never ever Get rid Of me You must be part of my collection. "AGoddessOriginal" 4/6/13
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
you MUST be part of MY collection
I must be part of your collection Cuz you can't see What you Do to me I must be waiting on your affections till I can breathe As you Display me I must be under constant protection On a shelf under glass Pay to see I must be only a reflection Of what you like you wanna be Part of me I must be part of your collection look fast no flash Photography No doubt in my mind of deception One of a kind Rare as can be that's me I must never show objections To anything You'll ever ask Of me I must display constent perfection My **** smile Cute dress hair flowing i must be part of your collection I'm not alone On this shelf I know they see I always fear your rejection Bcuz no one else Knows I'm here Just you and me Maybe you think I'm a projection of what you are You leave behind a legacy I guess I'm just a sick infection you'll never ever Get rid Of me You must be part of my collection. "AGoddessOriginal" 4/6/13
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