Why do we let little girls grow up to hate themselves?
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Поэзия'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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Why do we let little girls grow up to hate themselves?
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