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Whore

Comforting self destruction Ice thawed by blood Soul torn apart Heart trampled in the mud Innocent little life Trying to find its way Child with no father Cries the day away Love without reason Life without hope See the blooming soul inside Smell the burning dope Pain that's been felt Many times before All because of one Skanky little whore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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