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Jun 2015
the only time he ever held my hand
was when he led me to
the bedroom that night
both high as a kite
my first love was my worst love
it was innocent and pure
but oh my god that first heartbreak
it was like a disease
and there was no cure
he touched me and my innocent soul
became unclean
god fourteen was so incredibly mean
Grace Smith
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Grace Smith  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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