her

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she's got blue rosy eyes
and torn up thighs
tells little white lies
dreams of the day that she'll die
she lives for the high
when she feels she can fly
wants to be somebodies mine
but instead she does lines
and stays inside
destroying her mind

because no one can love a screw up like me

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 23, 2023 ⏰

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