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This conversation is old I’m drunk now High on frustration and despair My mama didn’t warn me it will turn out like this Overcooked meal Tasteless No pepper, no salt No spice to go on Nobody cares Just expectations to measure up I will make sure Wear my best underwear High heals Good dress The look on your face It will be worth it Let me serve you Yeah, it will be something...
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
Overcooked meal
This conversation is old I’m drunk now High on frustration and despair My mama didn’t warn me it will turn out like this Overcooked meal Tasteless No pepper, no salt No spice to go on Nobody cares Just expectations to measure up I will make sure Wear my best underwear High heals Good dress The look on your face It will be worth it Let me serve you Yeah, it will be something...
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25/F/London
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
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