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With every word she speaks of him It hurts my soul It looks like blood soaking through paper ****
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
I have a crush
With every word she speaks of him It hurts my soul It looks like blood soaking through paper ****
#girl#crush#jealous#hirt
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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