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#christiangrey
I'm fifty-one shades of ****** up And thirty-two flavors of freak Every instinct I have is corrupt Including the words that I speak I'm one hundred and one crazy dogs And sixty-nine perverts in one My existence goes against all odds But the list is nowhere near done There's thirteen reasons why I cry And ninety-nine problems I've got One of them’s the way I long to die And the way my insides rot I'm four seasons of misunderstood And seven layers of bad luck Cuz the bad always shoves out the good So why should I give a **** There's six, six and six demons I hold From fifty-two weekly mistakes My secrets are often always told So I get used to the heartbreak I'm two hundred and twelve wildfires With three point one four percent logic I only have primal desire So the rest of me is toxic I'm fifty-one shades of ****** up And thirty-two flavors of wild I've gone beyond the normal “corrupt” And beaten Christian Grey’s style.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
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