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Apr 4
When I'm gone.
I can fall.. under the flames.
Slip into the dark.
I'm blowing up like a Ball oon on em
Who done it, bet-ter than you B-uddy.
Said I was too cunning.
Actions got me mute running.
You should see my new budget.
Maybe I'm too subtle as a new comer.
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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