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my mama used to tell me I had something special and I used to believe it with every fiber of my being, and when i was stretched thin into highschool thinkin' I was a sinner I still hefted her words up on my shoulders and plowed on sure I could do no wrong-- you gotta off the weak limbs **** out the poison, cut the bad blood so I did and realized that I'm no special child, no bell around my neck nor gold in my veins and I've always equated worth to *** or how well I can shake my hips Strangest thing, enough when I ain't no thing at all, just a regular doe, jane smith baby blue mint green with a different name.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
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my mama used to tell me I had something special and I used to believe it with every fiber of my being, and when i was stretched thin into highschool thinkin' I was a sinner I still hefted her words up on my shoulders and plowed on sure I could do no wrong-- you gotta off the weak limbs **** out the poison, cut the bad blood so I did and realized that I'm no special child, no bell around my neck nor gold in my veins and I've always equated worth to *** or how well I can shake my hips Strangest thing, enough when I ain't no thing at all, just a regular doe, jane smith baby blue mint green with a different name.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
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