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Sep 2016
All these thoughts in my mind could start a forest fire
Burn down your home with a book of matches on your eighteenth birthday
Oh well, **** me, right
I was just trying to light the cake
Oh yeah, well **** me, twice
You said we needed water, but you had to wait because I could only find ice
That's what you get for living up north
Not unlike that time you read the wrong book for your book report
Teacher gave you an F, but thanked you for trying
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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