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Jun 2019
They ask me why I'm not
the life of the party
like I used to be.
Have they forgotten how
they beat me up like the piΓ±ata
when I used to be?

Take your shots and confetti
your high heels and let me be
I've run out of laughs for you
and never had any left for me.
DG
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DG  15/Greendale
(15/Greendale)   
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     Fawn and mila
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