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Aug 2018
His laying there lying,
His crying  while lying
His lying is turning us into crying crimes,
Eyes shades blind from all this fake crying,
Laying there,lying while crying,
Probably because he knows his dying.
Ash
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Ash  22/F/California
(22/F/California)   
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