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Mar 2018
Well I'm taking off my skin i'm tearing through the thick of it
Shedding like a snake I want to be this, next week
Yes I know it's bad smoking is bad for my health but the surgeon general doesn't follow me around anymore
Now it's all the boys hitting on  everything that walks
They think they're so cool with everything they talk
Taking off the ball and chain in the hand that holds me down
And I lost my health so I fear myself
in the ground below that seem so sturdy
now unruly
Hey the wax coating is finally pealing away
hey I am healing no need to wear any, you're already appealing
The little angel that you are picking up on
***** words in all your words now clinging to the things you do
But watch who you talking to
Strangers like to follow you
So appealing that you know yourself so well
you're pretty
What a pity
I won't hold it against you
Better start to smear your lipstick
aint nobody here that is perfect
The girls from your past are creeping looks like your their main dish they said
Such perfect skin so sad to see your on their wish list
Now to get your hundred lashes but baby don't worry don't act like that because h
Noel Billiter
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Noel Billiter  40/F
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