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Oct 2014
There so called "flotsam"
I'm standing on millions now
Walking down the alley where I use to lay on the sidewalks
Saw the men who called me "flotsam"
But they didn't recognize me instead they complemented me on this Hermes apparel
I let them talked
Asked them where they work
They work for my company
I decided to leave
But before I left
I turned back around
I told them I'm the man that's so called "flotsam"
By the way you're fired
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  22/F/Sasebo, Japan
(22/F/Sasebo, Japan)   
   stΓ©phane noir and ---
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