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lust for hurt.
Ants don't shout when they hurt.
Auntie gossip's when a'm hurt,
Saying I can't cry in the hut.
So I just wear my hat
And take out my cat
Wondering how FP I live LAT
My life full of broken glass that hurt
Love ; I can't take it anymore. Am burnt
But my ash is full of lust,
Yet I don't wanna shame me twice in light
Darkness not either even if it ain't bright.
So I lie to my Angel in the name of Christ
But hell is always a realm closer to my wrong dice.
© ndegef
Auntie gossip's when a'm hurt,
Saying I can't cry in the hut.
So I just wear my hat
And take out my cat
Wondering how FP I live LAT
My life full of broken glass that hurt
Love ; I can't take it anymore. Am burnt
But my ash is full of lust,
Yet I don't wanna shame me twice in light
Darkness not either even if it ain't bright.
So I lie to my Angel in the name of Christ
But hell is always a realm closer to my wrong dice.
© ndegef
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