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Jan 2019
You fold me into what you want me to be.
And I can't do anything about it.
You cut, you fold and you rip.
Over and over,
Until I am what you've always imagined.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
108
   ---, Ruhani, Daysong, Mark S and Perry
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