Dang by OnLithium

Jul 29

Dang

You say things
I don't understand
Tell me I'm free to go
But still under your hand
You do things
I question and you lie
Tell me I'm free to go
Only way I'll be free is if I die

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OnLithium 24/M/Somewhere

(24/M/Somewhere)

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