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Shame on you

Oh please, don't call me a s*ut. It's not like that, it's just the legacy of my blood. I'm not for sale So, stop making myself hurt (by saying so). If you hate me, fine But don't hit me in the heart. Just look into it, my heart - Death lurks there: sour but certain, f*ck.

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