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fates a stripper at a night club and your pretty sure thats not her name
It was a mandate,
That thing you call destiny
Is called that because
you don't know who
Pulled the trigger
In between the pockets
Full of filters
And the black stains
On the floor
You realised your life's been
Lived a billion times before
That thing you call destiny
Is called that because
you don't know who
Pulled the trigger
In between the pockets
Full of filters
And the black stains
On the floor
You realised your life's been
Lived a billion times before
Published 8th Feb 2013
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