Just Stop
I can still feel you on me Your sent engraved You wouldn't let me be I became enslaved I told you I wasn't ready But you keep begging And I wasn't steady I can no longer be in this setting After we switched rooms I felt so dirty I was met with many dorms I felt unsteady I started to hate myself more Even when I walked out the door And into the corridor It sickens me to the core Even looking at you makes me sick I still have that cut on my lip You give me the ick This isn't a small dip
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