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Jan 2015
I think we are going good, hugging for minutes on end, loving one another.
And then I am the reason for everything bad.
I am the reason you cut, I am not allowed to make you smile, I am not allowed to do anything to bring your mood up.
Because *it's all my fault. It always is.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
   Gunnyr Johnson
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