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You Can't Have my Thoughts Anymore
They were free
Not anymore
I gave everything
Carte Blanche
Holed up and sulking
It's almost ironic
Ask me a specific question
I might answer
You run the risk though
I'm prone to form letters
Not anymore
I gave everything
Carte Blanche
Holed up and sulking
It's almost ironic
Ask me a specific question
I might answer
You run the risk though
I'm prone to form letters
Published 17th Sep 2017
| Edited 19th Sep 2017
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17th Sep 2017 10:02pm
17th Sep 2017 11:07pm
Anonymous
18th Sep 2017 00:35am
What does one need to do to get them back? This bitch is pouting...
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18th Sep 2017 00:55am
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18th Sep 2017 12:21pm
Anonymous
18th Sep 2017 5:08pm
Careful what you ask for...? So what's in those form letters anyway?
19th Sep 2017 00:52am
