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May 2019
Im sitting in the dentist office while the doctor drills my teeth,
I wonder if they realize I’m so full of holes
I might slide right through this seat,
They can fill my cavities,
But They’ll never make me whole,
Cause they can fix my teeth,
But they can’t fix my soul.
I’m actually at the dentist right now.
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Dont talk to strangers  24/F/Canada
(24/F/Canada)   
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     Fawn, Perry, Darrell Landstrom and Jen
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