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It's night time again. I'm waiting for your lies. It's a pity I'm addicted to it. The weather is cool. The perfect weather you usually tell your lies. Alone in the isolated place you called our garden. You're full of lies. Lies on lies, lies under lies Lies before lies, lies under lies.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC
He who is a liar .
It's night time again. I'm waiting for your lies. It's a pity I'm addicted to it. The weather is cool. The perfect weather you usually tell your lies. Alone in the isolated place you called our garden. You're full of lies. Lies on lies, lies under lies Lies before lies, lies under lies.
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17/F/Nigeria
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC
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