I feel used.
I'm no longer sweet. There's no thrill to me already.
I'm no longer soft.
Cause I ain't those sweettalkermotherfuckers .
He's soft and sweet
...just like me when you first know me
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About Me
- Rawl.
- Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare my love ones, brotherhoods, friends
I offer thee these silent sacrifice
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