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Feb 2015
Depravation
Deprived of the odds of our stars
Little ***** ****** me and left me
Depravation of the hard time rambling in my old mind
Past coming like the present time
Future dim with nine lines
My ***** ****** me on nylon
The depravation of my mind
Hard to think
Hard to swallow the deprived thoughts
I need some water give me some water
I'm deprived
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
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