hurt
C'mon hurt my heart, Getting now you bore,just loose your frust. I'm neither last, nor your first. Yes! You could burst. I will not mind,I was searching myself but I didn't find. Lost my hurt when you flirt, You say it was fun ,a joke just! We are incompatible,not your fault it's your cult. Damn!Stuck like dirt on a branded shirt.
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