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they could just keep it low let time do the work but instead, they write and they write and **** themselves twice. their words and guns are alike shoot their own chest to prove one that had left with foolish fantasies, they deceive sense “but what about love?” is what they say.
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
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they could just keep it low let time do the work but instead, they write and they write and **** themselves twice. their words and guns are alike shoot their own chest to prove one that had left with foolish fantasies, they deceive sense “but what about love?” is what they say.
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
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