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May 2020
Then I would be the devil
You created.
When you taste me,
I remind you of home.
You used to be to be a devil? Ugh no wonder you're hanging out with me in the middle ****-broken Tennessee.
Written by
Michelle  20/F
     Eloisa, annh, Dark Fjord and Nidhi
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