Look What You Made Me Do
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Última atualização qua, mar 27, 2019
I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I really didn't.
But everyone pushed me. They pushed me around.
They pushed me to insanity. It's not my fault I'm like this.
It's not my fault I kill for sport.
It's theirs.
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