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"Message"
By: Carole Bernstein
you bastard
I have a terrible
how could you ever
aching for you that
treat me this way I
never is soothed and
hope you drop dead you
when I draw near to
aren't worth dirt and I
you I feel as if
never want to hear
big beautiful balloons are
your cursed name or
trying to fly out of
see your ugly face
my soul in ( Read more... )
