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by Jesslyn Jan 14, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Called a $lut Called a prep, Called a $lut. Without thinking takes one more step. He kissed her forehead, He kissed her hand, All those tears she did shed. Her thoughts are spinning, Her heart lies empty. Which boy is winning? He said he loved her, He said he cared, True love, happy and pure. He said he'd call. He said he'd always be there. This relationship has taken a fall. Did she do the right thing? Did she say the right words? If so, then why do her ears still ring?! He said he did care, She knew it was true. All the memories they did share. They don't even know me, Yet I receive the name $lut, what of that? Could it be? They break up, two days later he asks her out, she says yup. And called a $lut once again. To refrain from this name, I never am sure, but one thing I know, I shall find a cure. *Jesslyn*