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Dec 2019
I took the time
To get it right
Can't afford mistakes
Can't afford to play the game
Gotta be perfect
Can't rid of this need
To be perfect
It's like this drug
Pumping through my blood
Cover it up
No bruises
All hidden
Excuses
It's like this drug
In my blood
This need
I can't get rid of
To be perfect
I tried my best
It's not worth it
But they want it
And I want it too
So I'll do it
I'll be perfect

NOT!
Hell no.
Do I want it? Who doesn't? But can I live without it? Hell yes.
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
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     Bogdan Dragos, --- and ---
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