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Dec 2016
Lips are red wine tinted..
Mind is hazed with moral thinking..
The ultimate anomaly that is me..
I fade behide society.
I never reach for normality
I am the me that I must be.
No conform that I must seek..
I dont need u to question me!
Donna
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Donna  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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