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I smell the smoke before i can see it,
I feel the rod before it breaks. I burn the cake before it bakes.
that's what it is to me.

I split you off before you leave
I **** myself before i die. I leave before you say goodbye.
that's what it is to me.
Alex
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Alex  16/M/UK
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