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Feb 2015
oh
Oh honey, you're so juvenile,
But even with your childish ways,
You cannot bare a smile.

Oh honey, you made me weep,
But now not a drop of remorse
do I seap.

Oh sweetheart, you play your game,
But what from this
do you gain?

You made me chuckle, you made me cry,
But now all I do is wonder why?

now your absence makes me dance,
because oh, honey ***,
I am no longer in your trance.
Lydia Victoria Kate
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Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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   unknown and Shanay Love
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