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Shes so bi-polar, the way that she acts; so full of love and then so full of hate. Shit-grinned, she sees how my body reacts. Sometimes I wonder just how we relate. I ask nothing of her, but good intent, and she will rarely provide nothing less. She'll usually cause my joy to relent After which leaving my mind but a mess. The skeptic then scoffed,"Too good to be true." Looking back, he was undoubtedly right Someone so loving and vivid as you, could not endure such a night without spite. So I will cling onto my sanity, as you get a grip on your vanity.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
A Girl Named Molly
Shes so bi-polar, the way that she acts; so full of love and then so full of hate. Shit-grinned, she sees how my body reacts. Sometimes I wonder just how we relate. I ask nothing of her, but good intent, and she will rarely provide nothing less. She'll usually cause my joy to relent After which leaving my mind but a mess. The skeptic then scoffed,"Too good to be true." Looking back, he was undoubtedly right Someone so loving and vivid as you, could not endure such a night without spite. So I will cling onto my sanity, as you get a grip on your vanity.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
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