Ice
When you try to be like my mother
But you only suck seed
You have to know my way
And how it shines beyond your control
I like the positivity of your mob
But i was only your hostage
My ticket is in the hands of the unnamable
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 september 2015 | ||
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