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I  I was so naive I was so guillable so young so fresh and green then bubbly and thought the world and every one in it was my friend an open book to be stamped on and she knew she knew I was all of those things fresh from the country   you are no competition to me that is why she called isn't that why she called   she said she just wanted to hear my voice And I was busy building you a palace   layering your soul with love and it was all a game the memories the conversations they comeback and hit me like a gigantic wave you always had a "thing" for those type those pretty model type   and what was I  to you I was a joke .
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Exposure
I  I was so naive I was so guillable so young so fresh and green then bubbly and thought the world and every one in it was my friend an open book to be stamped on and she knew she knew I was all of those things fresh from the country   you are no competition to me that is why she called isn't that why she called   she said she just wanted to hear my voice And I was busy building you a palace   layering your soul with love and it was all a game the memories the conversations they comeback and hit me like a gigantic wave you always had a "thing" for those type those pretty model type   and what was I  to you I was a joke .
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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