Poem 4 (continues)

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But baby, I still love you.
Now matter how many cuts or scars,
For you, I'll put myself behind bars,
For you, I'll steal million dollar cars,
For you, I'll put my vital organs in jars,
For you, I'll walk all the way to Mars.
Because you're 'the one'.
Jokes!
You're probably just another lying, deceiving, little scumbag trying to wiggle his way into my pants.
Don't be ashamed baby cakes, I've had it done to me plenty of times.

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