Biography
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Samples
Nothings enough My mood for cigarette, feelings that tried to keep, music that wants to hear, acting too creep even wondering in my own. I really don't know what I really want perfectly. But I still want perfection. Blues Wonderful arts stuck in my brain. Making decisions fast as a train. Ideas that I don't know how to explain...blah
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