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Dec 2015
They don’t remember
her

Well, she got burnt out
in a hotel and lost
herself

Now,
you can’t make anything
out of
her.

-DDF
Destiny Fleming
Written by
Destiny Fleming  The Abyss
(The Abyss)   
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     golden muse and Destiny Fleming
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