You wouldn't know what it was like to be on the ground. I was praying for you, but you were already in the clouds. I tried to reach out, but you said that I was basking for clout. I was already international, I just don't make a sound... Because squeaking doors on the creaking floor say you let someone in. That was not me! You should let them know who made a move on who, though. I am not your fangirl - I have my own Google, do you know?

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