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You're a demise. You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much. I don't love you, As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you, but I need you. That's right. I need you. I'm a coward without you. I depend on you. One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
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You're a demise. You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much. I don't love you, As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you, but I need you. That's right. I need you. I'm a coward without you. I depend on you. One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
mikebrogan
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
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