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Sep 2016
I'd tell you every little thing I want you to do to me.
But it wouldn't be fun, no?
Let's see if you can hear it through my songs.
I bet you want to know all the ways I can sing through the weekend.
Nights, days, in bed, after coffee, everything and everywhere.
I'm about to be 21 in less than 12 hours, of course I am allowed to want things.
Violet
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