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Thou didst not make me come I came of my own accord now you tell me that you're bored how can I improve on my sweet Lord Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the art of ********** no tantric *** more like Titanic with a hex I always know what's coming next Who wrote my script and said that: I wouldst love you no matter what? maybe it was you more likely than not I must be thankful, pretend with what I've got Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain why is it that my loss has to be your gain?
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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Thou didst not make me come I came of my own accord now you tell me that you're bored how can I improve on my sweet Lord Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the art of ********** no tantric *** more like Titanic with a hex I always know what's coming next Who wrote my script and said that: I wouldst love you no matter what? maybe it was you more likely than not I must be thankful, pretend with what I've got Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain why is it that my loss has to be your gain?
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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