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Jul 2018
Truth be told as the lies unfold.
Face is numb, and pupils swole.
But still feel a sting from every eye roll
All that shimmers sure as hell ain't gold.
Heart turned cold.
Chop it, flip it, and stack some bank roll, profit made from all things that I once owned, but  is now everything from me that you stole.
What's next Satan ?..
Would you like to sell my soul ?..
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CryBaby Di
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CryBaby Di  25/F/Philly
(25/F/Philly)   
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     ---, Rick the shoe shine boy and laura
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