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Shes controled by a skinny waist, a empty stomach and an acid taste. Sit back and watch closly, as that beautiful soul goes to waste. Keep up with the fast pase, another skipped lunch and a hunch to move paranoia in it's place. I can see the sorrow in your face, death on your back and fate in the chase. save yourself please, before it's to late.

 

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