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Sep 2020
wish they sent you off to Guantánamo Bay
with all your ******* lies and your two faced frame
block my calls but you never had anything to say
pathological ******* in a dress too small
all you let out are sighs and newport smoke while throwing empty packs your moldy 4 door
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