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Crush

  • Poet
  • Feb 24
  • 1 min read

Every time i have a new crush he’s there with a gun to my head

Slashed tires and some pretty girl on his story

Always outside with a boombox telling me to tie a noose around my neck

So that pretty face isn’t worth it

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