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Euphemistic Soul oh how you ache,
Constantly hurting .
Happiness to always be spared,
Grown into a women damaged .
Oh, damaged goods
Her eyes scream for help,
No one can help her
Her heart won't allow.
She lacks self respect
She doesn't think she deserves the best
She cannot love
She's been hurt so many times
He wants to love her but
She tells him to leave her
Fuck him she says
She's cries herself to sleep
Askin God why he put her on this earth.
Allowing her to experience all this hurt.
Every night she wishes he'd take her life and inflict her demise.
Oh Euphemistic soul I hear your cries.

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