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They call me manipulative, I’m not to be trusted, They believe me to be cold, I have no heart, They say I cause nothing but pain, I am a walking disaster.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
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They call me manipulative, I’m not to be trusted, They believe me to be cold, I have no heart, They say I cause nothing but pain, I am a walking disaster.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
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