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Silly she was, to walk out the door
might miss her boobs though (they're fakes)
not that it matters to me, fucking whore
everyone suffers mistakes
I no longer answer the phone, 'cause its her
begging forgiveness in shame
she tells me shes worthless, and I concur
dont even remember her name
this lesson I give you with femanine wiles
you may want to take it to heart
beware of the man with compassionate smiles
I'm waiting to tear you apart
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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