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Today I was called sick, I did not get mad, didn't even flinch. For it was true. I am a sinner, devilish from many angels I never pleaded to be an angel just a damaged poet and most know it. I sometimes indulge in deviant behaviors like *** drugs, and Rihanna I hope for Heaven and not hell but I accept my wrong, your honor! I am sick, this is true but those who judge, who the **** are you?
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
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Today I was called sick, I did not get mad, didn't even flinch. For it was true. I am a sinner, devilish from many angels I never pleaded to be an angel just a damaged poet and most know it. I sometimes indulge in deviant behaviors like *** drugs, and Rihanna I hope for Heaven and not hell but I accept my wrong, your honor! I am sick, this is true but those who judge, who the **** are you?
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
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