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Messing with a saint So I'm flying with no wings. The other likes my gun So I shoot him with a pic and I blow his brains. Literally seriously clearly your pilling me like a orange. I can't take it cause u come just to squeeze me and you know it. I'm feeling used I'm feeling new How do I ***** something without even touching you ? Why do they talk when they want to I trust in God never trust in the issues cause I'm walking issue don't trust me I got issues...
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Trust issues
Messing with a saint So I'm flying with no wings. The other likes my gun So I shoot him with a pic and I blow his brains. Literally seriously clearly your pilling me like a orange. I can't take it cause u come just to squeeze me and you know it. I'm feeling used I'm feeling new How do I ***** something without even touching you ? Why do they talk when they want to I trust in God never trust in the issues cause I'm walking issue don't trust me I got issues...
Xelle
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
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