Do you think I’m blind?
Do you think I can’t feel?
I’m dieing, but you don’t care.
You do what you want.
You say what you say.
Yet you expect me to want to stay.
My heart is dying.
My soul is hurting.
You can’t see it.
You won’t see anything.
Yet I am the one who is supposed to be blind.
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Perfect Angel r u ready for the crazy she has?
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Whatever you wish, however you want it.
I am a women of ideals and I just love to flaunt them.
I am a women of ideals and I just love to flaunt them.
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