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May 2015
**** her
She's like a raisin in the sun
She's all dried up
Can't stand to look at her
All I see is her demon eyes
Can't stand to talk to her
All I hear is trash
Oh she's quite irrelevant at this point
But she did it on her on
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
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