dirty wH0re
Bad at love it's music to my ears. Her voice is so serene; she believes in all my dreams. But how can something so beautiful be so mean? She tastes like pain tears they fall like rain. Make up scars her face; there's paraphernalia all over the place. They are trying to make it seem she's just crazy and high, a fiend. She escapes inside her mind, her friends.
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