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by A Phine To Sour Skittles
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1
Cross my heart
And hope to die
Stick a needle
In my eye

Watch the blood
Run down my face
As I'm tortured
In this place

Will I die
Throughout the night
For I am weak
From the fight

Please don't cry
For my mistake
In trusting you
Love so fake




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