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Aug 2015
Her
You smell like her perfume
And you taste like cheep liquor. Were you thinking about me wen you went and tried to kiss her?
I see the fear in your e
yes when I picked up the call.
Its your mother don't worry its nothing at all
douse she know her sons evil and filled with deceit
douse she know her son lies as he smiles at me
don't worry I wont cry I don't feel that bad
cause Karmas a bicth and she's at my rite hand
Andie May ostrander
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