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Oct 2014
Tell me the reason why you didn't come.
Tell me why you left..huh?
It's obvious I played the foolish son,
I'm only bleeding because I played a loved one.
I got hit by my own tongue,
I only stop sometimes when I'm not done.
But I'm finish playing broke one
But I'm finish playing no God
But I'm finish playing I didn't come
So my reason are excuses and that's why I hold my tongue.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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