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10 diamonds was the price to fall for her your life to keep her bloodsoaked clothes was on our garments but reeked of blossomed loved only to vanish inside your soul to hender it's ways as her own until it was too late for you falter the day when asked what was it to be under wishful pretenses
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Pretentiousness Aroused
10 diamonds was the price to fall for her your life to keep her bloodsoaked clothes was on our garments but reeked of blossomed loved only to vanish inside your soul to hender it's ways as her own until it was too late for you falter the day when asked what was it to be under wishful pretenses
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39/M/San Diego
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
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