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Jan 3
Put it in my archive
Don't get no tissues
Stack it up until I see missles
Praising the Lord has never been simple
I just went back like a dummy
If love was a drug I feel funny
I can barely get by
I still believe in him

Good boy ! Get back to the ceil
Get back from the pills
Keep tunnel vision like your heart was thrilled.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Weeping willow
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