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Williams St Church


She wanted To dance He was Hoping For a Chance Little did They Know The Friendship That would Grow Talking For hours Twisted Teas And Ketamine Dreams I hope Your Here To stay Because Girl I couldn't Imagine The day I didn't Hear your Laugh You're one Of the Bravest Souls I know You're a Fucking Inspiration You don't Hate you Elevate Take them Demons Out on The DJ Deck Finally People See What you Always Knew You would Be Fucking shine. My sis This journey Is about To pop Off Just wait And See It's your Turn To live Just like You believe This is your truth.... This is your truth..... Truant
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