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#redlightdistrict
Sitting on a broken seat You wait in the dim light Cold hands and cold feet Dreading the rest of the night Tight skirts, loose tops Every touch is always too much Yet you hold your breath and hide the pain But there's a voice in your mind That keeps you sane I'm just a passerby But I see you with my own eyes I see your soul, I see your life I love you And I know you are loved
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Red Light District