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Feb 2017
My ***, my glade;
my performance, my songs.
You sweated here, you belong to me.
You thought of him, he'll belong to me too.

My ***, this glade;
our performance, the song.
Not yours to keep,
Never yours to keep.
Andy, you can't come into my glade and be like that.
JSL
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JSL  26/M/Melbourne
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