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not a body could get me a crack for a hit on my own pipe and in t he light UP


of night i could not get the right to sleep and ease her pain, whose baby? are you?IS SHE? her way to fly is anxiety and social dis TRY EATING order-un rest and left for a sex with a head that said what I NEED TO know , I ALready get the shit( anger) and cant go =- I ALL RAW


AND YO MOMMA NEEDED TO KNOW, HUH?

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