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Answer my tenderness With love, not hate. And my drunkness, It is getting too late. The drugs you gave I am getting addicted. I became your slave This is what I predicted.
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Enfree me
Answer my tenderness With love, not hate. And my drunkness, It is getting too late. The drugs you gave I am getting addicted. I became your slave This is what I predicted.
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Fredrikstad, Norway
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
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