theif of purity

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And as the nights gets cold
And not so lonely
A ghost of your skin brushes up against mine
And I hold back a gag and I hold back my vomit
The want of a bleach bath arises again
I don't know where you came from I wish you stayed there
I don't want to think of your hand in my hair
I was a kid
I was a little girl
And you stole everything that made me pure

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