"All my life you've told me nothing but lies!"
18th... September... 1993... 18th... September... 1993...
18th... September... 1993... 18th... September... 1993...
WHO'S GOT THE 50 DM ON CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR??
Your nervous eyes in search of love -
always discontented, melancholic, bewildered.
Few minutes of pleasure and then... goodbye.
Your compensation is narrow, the effort inevitably pathetic.
September, 18th 1993. The visionary freedom of a filthy stupid bitch.
Today charismatic heroine, tomorrow unwanted trash.
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