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Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

The Girl Who Is A Void


I'm never met a girl that is so empty of conversation.
This one says a little bit of nothing.
At least nothing that's lead to a decent friend.
Like wow, who are you?
What do you like, what do you hate?
Some interest to communicate.
Instead all I get one or two phases, it is so disappointing.
If you want to be my friend, you got being a little more convincing.
Just enough to hang yourself with.
Or don't ask to be my friend, friends have more then hello how are you to say to each other.

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 07, 2013

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I like conversations, and I am constantly disappointed by others lack of words expressed.

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