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Fisher

I'm laying here it's midnight. I can't sleep. My heart is weary and tired. My somber eyes weep. Every company is a plague. White lie. Bold lie. Sick twisted games. Sure, I'm filled with darkness Your fraud promises flip my smile. You called others rotten. Yet heartess is your style! Why do you say you're sorry Then drown me in more hurt? You never really love me. I was lavished in your curse. It doesn't suprise me that you leave. Why bother throw a fit. Abandonment is just a tease. And I've become immune to it. 09/09/17

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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