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Whore

Whore

I'm crying over a whore who left me broken and sore, tattered and torn, unable to love or understand it in any form. No this isn't something I've been through before and I'm not the on you're waiting for. No there's nothing more I could say or even make you think for you to stay. So why don't you pack your bags and get on your way 

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