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Jun 2020
Im a ******* mess
I can wipe myself down for a day
But tomorrow I'll be dirtier than the last
I cant help myself
Prone to disaster
Without the after clean up
Things keep piling
Im just not fast enough
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Noname  California
(California)   
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   Vicki Ann
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