I was able To get my whites White And turned them Inside Out To hide the stains. I thought I was better I had changed Holding my dirty secrets Close to me Away from Your unsuspecting eyes. But without Any reason To keep wearing These clothes Inside Out These stains irritate. I migh as well Put my red clothes On Cry bittersweet tears Turn my back to Someone I lost Through my selfishness And say hello To the man That made me A whore.Birth sign: Gemini
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