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*crash, crash! Come on, you know You want to.... Just crash* Everyone has that voice In their head that's supposed To give them good advice; Mine is not like that. She takes over sometimes She is my naughty side She is so vile and snide She always wants control. Vicky is her name And I hope I never become Her....
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Vicky
*crash, crash! Come on, you know You want to.... Just crash* Everyone has that voice In their head that's supposed To give them good advice; Mine is not like that. She takes over sometimes She is my naughty side She is so vile and snide She always wants control. Vicky is her name And I hope I never become Her....
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
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