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Tell me, why do you perjure yourself?
Why, when I take the back seat Do you lie and why do you cheat? I'm just so tired of these games Hence I will name you Meretrix Whoring yourself for attention Child, lover of innocence Sweet lolita of emerald eyes I had thought we were both grown up But somewhere I left you Standing in that dark forest of panic Weeping, wailing, and whimpering for your beu Where did I lose you Meretrix? Friend of stories, lover with secrets I will not return to find you I cannot save you I am no hero Forgive me
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