My
My baby
My baby went
My baby went away
My baby went away and
My baby went away and says
My baby went away and says he
My baby went away and says he won't
My baby went away and says he won't be
My baby went away and says he won't be back
My baby went away and says he won't be back.
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YOU ARE READING
Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'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...
