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To be loved, what a wonderful thing, Your nails digging your roots into my head, Infected me with your perspective It's nothing quite like what you see, Make you happy while I weep into squalor; This collar will not make me stronger Stranger ideals have once taken place, But in my face you'll read the triumph of lies, Lionize me and you'll waste the wine
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Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 8:57 AM UTC
To be Loved.
To be loved, what a wonderful thing, Your nails digging your roots into my head, Infected me with your perspective It's nothing quite like what you see, Make you happy while I weep into squalor; This collar will not make me stronger Stranger ideals have once taken place, But in my face you'll read the triumph of lies, Lionize me and you'll waste the wine
anonymousku
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Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 8:57 AM UTC
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