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Jul 2013
You broke my heart and you thought it would be the death of me! Well Sir you are wrong in every way
You my think I will weep over you for years that I will not be able to control my tears.

But my dear fellow you are wrong I am strong and bold and can take on the unknown.

Right now I feel as I am just in a rough patch but it doesn't mean I won't get over you.

Oh silly man,my momma didn't raise no fool!
And I won't go crawling back to you.
Annabel Flemate
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Annabel Flemate  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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