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Apr 2015
It ***** there is no point of life there really in not no point it's pointless really you fight with everyone and no one wants to fight... I know that it ***** I wish it was over the pain the heartache you break up and make up and break up again oh my ******* God it's stupid as ******* hell I swear it is what is the point of it there isn't one I don't really think....!!!!?????!!!
Really
Desiree Jackson
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Desiree Jackson  Burlington Iowa
(Burlington Iowa)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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