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May 2020
She
She fell for the face
She was in love with the feeling
She was only there for the chase
She wasn’t even aware of the real thing
But now she knows how pain tastes
It wasn’t her fault for dealing
She was just out of place
Now she’s staring at the ceiling
For I left without a trace
Sorry I lost feeling
Some times it's my fault sorry...
Dez
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Dez  18/M/Chehalis
(18/M/Chehalis)   
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