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Jan 2015
My eyelids are heavy

from the tears I've just cried.

I'm still cold,

still sitting in the same old chair.

My room is a mess

and all I can think about

is the fact that

you haven't seen me in years

and Lord knows

you're not about to start

with this new one.
I wish I was old enough to buy ***** myself.
Angie Acuña
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Angie Acuña  20/F/Texas
(20/F/Texas)   
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   ---, Gaby Comprés and Erenn
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