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The opposition
Its federal. Can't open my mouth so i plead the fifth.
Nerve racking, I cant believe I did that, on foot to foot I shift.
Looking around, I wonder if they'll notice? Telling myself I need to refocus.
Don't figet and keep ignoring their pries, say that I don't know anything, don't let them see the flashbacks, the tears in my eyes.
They're federal. The opposition that'll make your life e...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 7:59 am
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