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Jun 2020
I caught you lying

I caught you picking your teeth off the floor

Not so pretty now are you?


Now your dead soul calls out again to me.
"That keep calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me"

20th of February, 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
(30/M/Singapore)   
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