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3d
I yawn way too loud
And the dishes wait for me
There's a new pimple on my face
And why's my hair so **** greasy
There's ice cream in the freezer
I thought you'd kiss me hello
But you're stuck on your phone
Before you're out to have a smoke
I'm good to bend over
Though I thought I'd told you no
If anyone asked I only put on a show
You told me you love me
Guess you mean having me around
But why are the dishes not done
And do you have to yawn so loud?
Níla
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Níla  25/F
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