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Dec 2015
I become a ***** when I sense things ending
I get this itch and my heart starts bending
So I’m mean to avoid the pain
And I’m sad to get rid of the shame
I’m trying so hard not to be hurt
That you were leaving without an alert
But I know it’s better to give you a reason
Friends seem to change with the season
Cierra Spina
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Cierra Spina  21/F/Ohio
(21/F/Ohio)   
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