I feel like a punching bag.
Everyone takes their stress frustration out on me, leaving me a beaten, lifeless sack.
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- Down and Out.
- Bitter sweet love.
- You only live once, now take this to heart.
- When it rains...
- The girl's a straight up hustler.
- Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to.
- We're all part of the same sick little games, and ...
- Isn't it ironic, don't you think?
- Sure as hell.
- Baby, it's okay.
- Take time to realize.
- Build me up, baby.
- I'm just a fool for you and I think I'm going crazy.
- Fold your hands, child.
- Love never wanted me.
- I loled.
- Cross your fingers.
- Like WE use to.
- Steady feet, don't fail me now.
- Nothing less than happy.
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May
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and then the beaten, lifeless sack takes her stress out on the absorbent sponge ayah(:
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