I can't understand even the simplest of things; what even am I?
Even that, stirred by the hand of the night; Just like love, it disappears
I cried, still unable to say even goodbye, phony phony phony
Tangled up in lies, I am a phony
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~Make me smile~ Angie Yonaga x Oc
Raga i capitoli usciranno ogni volta che Gesù torna in terra perché le idee sono in culo al mondo scusate
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