Treasure Island

abi Whitaker

(Earth)

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Pure

You get on my nerves
and you push all my buttons
yet i'm sat in my room
thinking about you
i am so vain
yet i am vienless
you inflict pain
little do you know
i'm painless
you are so childish
your so imature
i try to not let you see
that my love for you is always pure.

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