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all things come to light i always play victim i know it’s not right i won’t contradict him sure i might suffer but i am the cause i try to act tougher but end with more flaws the raindrops they fall but i cannot see still no phone call what’s left of me?
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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all things come to light i always play victim i know it’s not right i won’t contradict him sure i might suffer but i am the cause i try to act tougher but end with more flaws the raindrops they fall but i cannot see still no phone call what’s left of me?
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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