True Love

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She runs with her very heart in hand,
Pieces gradually slip like sand,
And she can't believe this is happening again,
Swallowing his candy lies like sin,
It seems her little existance crumbles in,
Please don't let her become his stupid mannequin,
Because what they accept for true love,
Now pays the price of medical gloves,
And the cost of make up these days,
Could drown her in so many ways,
But she'll keep on going back again,
Let this deadly sin begin.





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