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3d
You doing now what
Freedom is until
You flee a war torn country
You will never no the need to
Eat unless you’ve been in famine
You don’t know what’s
Sick
Unless you’ve been in see the human soul
And what is pure good too
Flea
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Flea  35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa
(35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa)   
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