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How did we learn to love you? Now that we've learnt the outcome it's your kind that's taught me hate... Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor, copulator you're damned with the things you can't aggress from your heart. Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on best but guess again you've slipped to the point of blunt and there is no return... You've worn your heart on your sleeve, starched now from the cruel outcomes. It's your kind that has taught me hate... For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and co-eds your patience you can't undo what's done... A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah... From Letras Mania