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May 2017
all that blame, well darling it has to go somewhere.
it may not be yours but no one really cares,
it's not their problem.
plastic gets melted, and fake gets caught.
no where to hide and no where to sleep.
so all that blame goes to the one who can't even buy it.
guess the only one to blame is
you.
broken words
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broken words  15/F/alabama
(15/F/alabama)   
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   nivek
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