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Dec 2019
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I’m drunk now
High on frustration and despair
My mama didn’t warn me it will
turn out like this

Overcooked meal

Tasteless

No pepper, no salt
No spice to go on

Nobody cares

Just expectations to measure up

I will make sure
Wear my best underwear
High heals
Good dress

The look on your face

It will be worth it

Let me serve you

Yeah, it will be something...
Anya
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Anya  25/F/London
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