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Nov 2014
No good and my wings are ripped,
But there was empty space to begin with
Would you still kiss me with blood on my neck?
Like a video girl, and you're paid for this?
You just walked out on all your friends,
And I'll do you good for that
I'll make you proud for that
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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