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Sep 2015
Stab me,
Oh baby just **** me
Take all I said in a moment of trusting
*******, throw it back at me
Prove me right again, lemme have it
Toss my head around, fantastic
Nail me to the wall,
I'm bleeding, but laughing
Make yourself sick
With your lie soaked spit
I'll still get what I want
You may be a quitter,
But I'm not
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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