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Aug 2018
I need to get myself out of this
California hell
Cause there’s a fire burning in my lungs

I know I was born and raised to love these long and hot summer days
And I know you’ll always be my blood

But I’ve never,
thought about the rest of the world
And i’ll never grow if
I’ve never really felt the cold
Bo Marie
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Bo Marie  20/F/California
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