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Slut

You tell me what I want to hear In the hopes that I will fall for you I grip tightly to the small promises and empty words you share, As you watch me plummet blindly, not knowing our end is near. I prayed for you my whole life, wishing for this love But again I let my skin do the talking Stupid. Stupid. S.t.u.p.i.d. You don't really love me, I've tricked you All I know is to give myself away to keep interest So I'm just left with a heart that's empty and bruised

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