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Mar 2018
It's you again.
From the window.
But now in person,
Who should eff himself off.
You made me crazy,
You know you did.
Praising me won't help,
Geez. I won't answer you,
Idiot, this is what you are.
Making yourself a badboy,
Ah, it's useless. Your religion,
That's another question.
I'll make you remember me,
Don't think you can tease me more.
I'll be tough, and resist,
You can't win my heart, that's a promise.
Betrarca
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Betrarca  19/F
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