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by Thomas - Not entered

I woke up seventeen
Something I couldn´t control
Now I got several needs
And I will lead you right through me.

Got to sober up
Got to make It up
Got to wake you up
Got to wake you up

I need to exaggerate and make misstakes
Never again will I beg
I sent It off to your mind 
But I cannot move too close

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-08-22 16:25:48
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:42
Poem ID: 47844

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