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You make me upset, I know that you won't regret. I will give you the death, Like a burned cigarette. Everything will come to the death.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Regret.
You make me upset, I know that you won't regret. I will give you the death, Like a burned cigarette. Everything will come to the death.
Fathurabinaya
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17/M/Indonesia
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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