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stop fronten yes you the boys i once fancied we all know you missed out let a good thing slip by all in the name of swag swag + hood status + reputation + ego you sleep alone liven with mom's no queen to defend the king check-mate we all grow old and alone not all with regret dyeing young is a myth a blessing for few stop fronten
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
2013.10.23.2
stop fronten yes you the boys i once fancied we all know you missed out let a good thing slip by all in the name of swag swag + hood status + reputation + ego you sleep alone liven with mom's no queen to defend the king check-mate we all grow old and alone not all with regret dyeing young is a myth a blessing for few stop fronten
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
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