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What a Life

My life is bad as always is not even a smile can approach who am I and why does this to witness only bad I dare impose that's right who dares? Come hither my life is bad so what if this wrong not like I am nice, I only slither this I am and my life too long.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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