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Jan 2015
You make me feel like it's magic
Caught in the tricks oh the tricks of you.
You make me feel like this is tragic
The wounds on my body my body cause of you.

Tell me when I'm trying, I'm trying to get over to you.

I just don't get it don't get why I'm up all on you.

Texting and calling
Oovoo and skyping
Well friend I'm trying to I'm trying to get threw...

***** to know you look at me snapchating,
But there is nobody nobody and you..

Look over me and think I'm not gunna be wound..

You only text me just to be tragic
You only Skype me when you wanna be magic
**** pics and body shots that keeps thinking you don't..
Love me like I think
Like I think you do.

Well I'm escaping escaping what you do why you do that you know.

Watch how I don't reply to bodies and bodies of **** Gold...

When I say you I mean me and when I say I , I mean I'm escaping your Body Control.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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