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Sep 2018
I'll be who you want me to be,
if you give me what I desire.
I'll wear the mask.
I'll do the dance.
Powder my rotting face.
This corpse will be your puppet.
I want a new life.
This one was on discount...
Tired of being a second hand man.
How I feel going into job interviews...
D Baby Bey
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D Baby Bey  26/M/U.S.A
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