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It began as a mistake, a sweet lie, a sin i couldn't scape. It began as a mistake, as it took control of me, like a demon feeding the weak. It began as a mistake, but it was the most beautiful one, that i ever taken. Im seating here, alone in my throne, waiting to you, to come home.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 7:50 PM UTC
Mistake
It began as a mistake, a sweet lie, a sin i couldn't scape. It began as a mistake, as it took control of me, like a demon feeding the weak. It began as a mistake, but it was the most beautiful one, that i ever taken. Im seating here, alone in my throne, waiting to you, to come home.
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23/M/Portugal
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 7:50 PM UTC
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