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They Call It Cassidy

I don't know what it is or what it is called but all I know I's it makes me want to fall Breathing it in and soaking it up makes feel like I can't get further up I go day to day just living by the moments but when I in counter this thing I can't think about any other being it's like a drug or a depressant when I hold it, it's almost like an esent it's so gorgeous and smooth that when I'm around it I can just Cruz when I sit down and think about it and ask myself what is it? what could this thing be? a buddy once told me its a girl, her name is Cassidy.

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