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These shouldn't be falling down my face  For all that I lust turns to hate. Falling  Falling down my face Breath. I can't look into my eyes Black inside. A glittered face forced into grace  My love took my pace. Of happiness  And growth that I wished to be with you We weren't. I was blind  Shoulda known that fake smile was real. The game of you planning to steal. My heart my soul my happiness and ownself. Twenty sevens years you will reap one of your seven sins That you wish to bestow on me Now I wish on your knees  take it all *****
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Stolen. I am bitter.
These shouldn't be falling down my face  For all that I lust turns to hate. Falling  Falling down my face Breath. I can't look into my eyes Black inside. A glittered face forced into grace  My love took my pace. Of happiness  And growth that I wished to be with you We weren't. I was blind  Shoulda known that fake smile was real. The game of you planning to steal. My heart my soul my happiness and ownself. Twenty sevens years you will reap one of your seven sins That you wish to bestow on me Now I wish on your knees  take it all *****
rachael-hacker
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
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