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sabirah -> Final days. (3/27/2013 12:07:08 PM)
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So much has happened, and so much has been said.
There is way too much rage crashing in my head.
The responsibilities of failure I hold heavy with burden
But I never lied, talking with conviction,
I’m in your face begging for reason.
You're in your cave avoiding the friction,
copenhagen, and a rockstar, proving your intentions.
365, a full year gone by,
never once did you even try to make my cunt cry.
I hear you say that I pushed you away, refusing advances.
Maybe that’s because I needed some kind of swagger,
something that shows your not a total geeky disaster.
A lil attitude or some confidence, a sexually teasing or a lil effort,
make me see that my body really mattered, a state of mind,
how badly did you really want me to unwind.
Did you not care, no body was touching me,
I was loyal to the “us” but that could never be, 'cause christ, were never a “we”
I sucked your cock, I spread my legs,
to a selfish lover,
he sticks it in, makes it cum, and walks away…
now that’s a hell of a reason to stay.
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