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Jul 25
I’m gonna walk around like I own the place
He’s hanging on every word
In my state of mind
It don’t seem so absurd
And so what if I want to believe?
It isn’t hurting anybody
Except maybe me
We shall see
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
80
   Khoisan
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