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-It was quàrter past 11 -when you picked me up in your Benz. Promising you were a changed man, a fairytale ,Hollywood ending. Claiming your all in, I thought you were sent from god,
Why is it that I can sense a snake in the grass and will run in the opposite direction but when I felt you inching closer and closer to me I watched you like a National Geographical special, a child mesmerized by the carnival rides
Her words strike like venom on a young, lost soul Burned inside a heap of broken promises, demanding yes and no, creating a foreshadowed future that bleeds of her past
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