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Mar 2015
Kindly make your way to the proper place in this queue,
Step forward whoever's next to try their failing luck,
Let me **** up my existence to fit you into my life,
And waste too much of your precious time,
Let me **** myself over you,
Until you move on,
And leave this,
Pathetic,
Soul.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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