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city girl

she wears high heels bruises on her feet the only way she can make ends meet. left out and alone no place to hide from another dollar with masculine pride. shes not addicted its the others who are abandoned to leave her to count moral scars. used to be real but turned into fake haunted by thoughts that make her to quake the only thing left is city's pretty face a love stricken lie and self disgrace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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