novembro 25, 2022

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oh these evil tongues

telling me thing i wish i could forget 

again and again


and everytime i'm surprised

how hard this can hit me 


it doesn't matter 

i can take it hard 

(i actually like it when it's hard)


i want to feel the worst

i want it to get ugly 

at least i'll know it's close 

to an end of this evil whispers


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