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blue eyes brown skin


blue eyes,blonde hair ain't the same with brown skin and brown eyes told as a bottom dog. surround with white walls feeling like a disease told your bad news when you done nothing wrong. i was there when father died in the ground i was there when mother died in her own bed wondering where i would be under the white cloth
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