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moneymike1

I was playing with fire there was nothing to desire i sometimes detest or maybe protest I got this feeling love watching the world burning feels like my head id turning my therapist says its concerning some girls are cold hearted that's why I departed hate really burns but the world still turns my hate was projected love was deflected I felt rejected never got elected nor did I get respected