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Don't (by Sarah B)
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You have no right to love me,
as you say you do..
Yet you do...
You have no right to tell me
what I beleive is wrong.
But you do...
You have no right to
treat me as your scapegoat.
Although you do.
You have no right to tread on my heart,
As if it were your trash,
Then pick it up and hold it
as if it were your new born child.
You do....
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