Hit her, Hit her, Hit her
Shut her up and beat her
Cut her up and drain her
Open and then break her
Bitter, bitter, bitter
Shut her up and slit her
Bruise her and then take her
Block her and then burn her
Killer, killer, killer
Shut her up and leave her
Just what makes her differ
I'd say she's way sicker
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The Song Of Rose And Ash
Kinh dịdark poetry and writings based on fiction and my own experiences.
