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Jun 2020
call me sick cause i want it
might be a kick to the stomach
but what's living if i don't live free

dreams die quick, a dime a dozen
but i don't wanna kick the bucket
without seeing what this could be

cut the **** and make it public
know that it all seems so sudden
but i'm just dying for you to stick by me
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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