Her heart was still a virgin, but her body was taken
So good at being bad, bad became good to her
She did the worst things best, every man wanted her
She painted her own pictures of reality with 50 shades of grey
But no stroke of the White God
To fill the void inside her heart, she filled the space between her legs
Suicidal thoughts were hanging the ropes
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