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Mascara TearsMascara tears Roll down rouged, bruised cheeks Turning into mascara sobs As he brings his fist back again.Mascara Tears
Does he get a sense of pride? She wonders as she weeps Does it give him power? Another hit to her face.
She won't be seen for days now. She'll say she slipped and fell. Has she learnt her lesson? Suffer in a private hell.
He'll tell her its her fault And that she's always wrong Why wasn't his favourite meal made? Why did she have to laugh like that?
The reason for the beating? She hadn't had permission
-runs away-
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"Perfect! Just perfect! Burn everything we own! Have us sleeping in the field like cattle!"
"whats that my love?" "its a coffin" "why so it is, you must be dead"
"THERES STILL LIFE IN THE OLD LADY YET!"
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE FARM AND I MUST BE
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Nice Gallery !
Will get it done soon, promise.
Will get it done soon, promise.
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Hi Slack
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Fake plastic smiles to play games, please call my name [Lloyd]
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