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Oct 2017
Girl i'm leaving you tomorrow,
That's why i'm easy,
easy like a sunday mornin'.
Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be,
but hey, that's not really me.
I want be high, so high.
Free to know the things i do are right ?
Just me.
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Alyssa
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Alyssa  F/Malaysia
(F/Malaysia)   
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   Crandall Branch
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