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The young girl sits,
The young girl cries,
Using her beaten hand to wipe her eyes.
Why she fell in love,
She'll never know,
And its obvious he wont let go.
He pushed her ounce, Spit on her too,
Where he was? She never knew.
Lies, deception, all that hurts.
Being so cold that stupid jerk.
Stole from her, yes the man she loved.
He needed the money to buy his drugs.
Now he's gone, but his memory is here.
When he gets out is what she fears.
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