Instinct by Liza

I’m on the ball with my instinct, I rarely get it wrong. I’ll spot that lie a mile away, it doesn’t take me long. Compliments won’t sooth me, if they’re not for real. Don’t ask me how I know this, it’s something that I feel. Instinct is ingrained you see, like I’m a little wild. […]

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