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I'm not your baby, don't you EVER call me yours. You fucked this up so bad, its pathetic how you're still trying to mask it up. Used, torn, ripped apart seam to seam, I'm mangled. I'm battered, torn and tossed aside, like your little sister's rag doll. You filled words up into an empty shell, I touched the phrases so careful I never thought they would crumble apart and turn in to so much rubble.
