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Whore

these innocent eyes, yet guilty
who thought 1day sh'ed live the misery?
of ppl blaiming her 4 love,
thinking and calling her a whore

the beauty queen, who'd never felt
any beautiful or alive
except the second she fell for him,
and he taking her innnocence 4 him

very young she never realized.
how precious her virginity was
after a while the charming prince
turned into an animal with
the need for sex all the time

if he's stressed i really need you
if he's happy, my soul calls you
if it's lust, i wanna have sex
if it's love, oooohh, i love ur ass

her purity never dissapeared,
but his needs kept 2 increase
her purity became a big hole.
he turned her into a whore

4 his abuse she left him,
she slept with million guys out of guilt
her love 4 him was real n pure
but they all called her WHORE

She still remembers his touch,
his voice his smell his breath but
she cant get her heart 2 move,
hes gone n every1 calls her whore
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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