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Jul 2019
a little birdy told me
that you cant keep a promise
i guess im not suprised

my gut told met to walk away
but i didnt
and now im paying the priceΒ 

anybody could tell
that your pride
will be your demise

you walk too tall
surely you'll fall
before you get too high
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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