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- Payton Barthelemy1
- Feb 10, 2024
- 1 min read
It's my fault, all of it. I take all the blame and hop you shoulder none of it, I couldn't handle it if you did.
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It's my fault, all of it. I take all the blame and hop you shoulder none of it, I couldn't handle it if you did.
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