Rough LoveMatti Roots
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Pullin' teeth
Straight out of my mouth reeks
Of insecurities
You poured into me
If these walls talked
They'd tell you to stop
Stop with your murdering
Of my dignity
All the other boys wanted was
To gaze in my eyes
All your sick little brain craved was
To see me cry
Look at me
What have I become?
I'm just a toy
You played and destroyed
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