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Mar 2018
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What does it matter what I believe,
When I see the whole world staring back at me
Amethyst Eyes stare at me like I'm insane
I'm just trying to embrace what I am
If that makes me the Devil
That God himself be ******
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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