Feelings
I Love It When I Fill High On Love, But I Hate It When I Realize It's Fake...
I Love When My Eyes Are Clear with No Fog, But I Hate It When It Don't Last Long...
I Love It When I Fill Good Inside, And That I Can Be My Self, And Never Die. As Long As My
Gods On My Side, Ill Have Enteral Life...
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