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Jan 11
You could rip out my heart
And hand it to me on a silver platter
And I would still love you
We are toxic and I need to let you go. And Iā€™m in a bad headspace and Iā€™m angry so no ******* title
Phia
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Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
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     Immortality, K and Temporal Fugue
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