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She's so cold, they say,just look into her eyes.She's gone numb,from endless streams of lies.She can't love, they say,unless her legs are spread.She gets them drunk,and then fucks with their heads.She lives alone, they say,unwanted, alone, and abused.She'll die alone,broken, mistreated,and misused.She gives herself to anyone who'll care,believes their lies, and loves them.If she dares.I feel betrayedI feel kind of lostI feel as if I've paid some costA price unworthy of your "love"That seemed to have come from above.What a lie,But why should I cry?Just because our fake love will dieI should have known you'd do me wrongBut I'm okay.I'll stay strong.

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