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Dec 2019
Get me the yellow out of here as my auras a deep blue
I seem to have lost the green dream I was living in whilst passing through gold
Will I ever get rich purple back?
I default to a ****** red in times of black but I’m not sick in my kampf
And what the hells wrong with pink!?
Color
Glue
Smelling-salts
James
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James  27/M/Milk
(27/M/Milk)   
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