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I'm a somber soul, My baby is sick at home. I'm too far to walk, I'm too young to drive. Oh it's such a pity, Lonely with the little lows of life. My baby is sick at home, But I've just gotta pocket, All my strife to sickness.
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Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
My Strife To Sickness
I'm a somber soul, My baby is sick at home. I'm too far to walk, I'm too young to drive. Oh it's such a pity, Lonely with the little lows of life. My baby is sick at home, But I've just gotta pocket, All my strife to sickness.
It's a real shame
#strife#sickness#love#life#lows#pity#illness#lonesome
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AbbottJHardison
15/M/Rochester NY
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
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