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Retaliation
His hands so cold
As they hit your face
His harshness of words
Put you in your place
His tales are deceiving
His lies pile up
Yet he screams for your trust
No matter how he screws up
Well I'm tired of feeling
Your feet over me
So I'm walking away
Dragging my own misery
I wish you great luck
I really hope for the best
But I'm sorry I loved you
When all you wanted was sex
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