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She’s been trapped in a memory, Missing out on a remedy, ****** up off Hennessy, She pretends to be what her friends believe. Up all night, she dances with the devil, But when she’s all alone she remembers, She’s a lost soul – a pretender.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
Pretender
She’s been trapped in a memory, Missing out on a remedy, ****** up off Hennessy, She pretends to be what her friends believe. Up all night, she dances with the devil, But when she’s all alone she remembers, She’s a lost soul – a pretender.
it feels good not to wear a mask when im with her. im consumed by all these happy feelings that i forget to pretend, and i think that's why she's the closest thing i could call home.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
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