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Apr 2021
No one thought that me and death could go together.
If you think that I'm okay, then you should know me better.
This ain't a suicide note; it's a love letter.
Satan is my goal, and I'ma go get her.
Fry me in your pan, girl, it would be my pleasure.
Spend eternity with you in that warm weather.
There's only one in the world who stands above Becker.
And that's you, baby girl. You my homewrecker.
Tommy
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