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The broken woman

You’re the devil without the d.
Like a rolled up rillo without the weed.
An empty shell not knowing what to believe.
Don’t know how to be real so you choose to deceive.
Childhood pain so you look up to many guys from your knees.
Telling all of them that you’re unable to concieve.
Until one of them belives you and you got them till its eighteen.
Loving and passionate while they’re in between your thighs,
but as soon as it’s done you go looking for another high.
When will you realize.
You need to let go in order to fly.

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