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Aug 2
You always know how to ruin me
With charm so cheap,it should come with change
Every touch, a practiced accident
Every word dipped in recycled rage

You whisper lies in the language of moans
God,you are talented,do they teach that in ego school?
And I applauding of course
Because who doesn't love a well-rehersed fool.
Written by
Daughter of Cain  24/F/Kenya
(24/F/Kenya)   
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