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the light color in the roomthe sunshine seeping indoesn't mix with the black ofdeath's angel looming ini've had enough of thebrutal beatings and name callingsto lose me to this bedbruised internallyeternallyyour praise little gifts you spent your moneyand stuffed me withdidn't amount to anythingthe attention i need is much more seriousa kind of weight you couldn't lifteven if your cheap careerdepended on iti need someone much moremysteriousto be my missto be my mistress
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