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Nothing I have to be proud, Sixteen candles, and one falls down Sixteen dresses in that closet I'm turning into one now. Worn out, Because I grew out, I WILL shout till I'm thrown out.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
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Nothing I have to be proud, Sixteen candles, and one falls down Sixteen dresses in that closet I'm turning into one now. Worn out, Because I grew out, I WILL shout till I'm thrown out.
SEDZ
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15/Greendale
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
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