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Mar 2018
Back door
Waiting for
The one I'm sure
Won't be the cure
All these doubts
I want to deny
But here I am
Wanting to cry
I'm to weak
To ever be
Anything like
Her kind of guy
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
(24/M/United States)   
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