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Fighter

Im not a lover ima fighter and yhall woinder why i dont like her She talk that mess all day but when i stress she says it okay. I dont like you I wanna fight you and you wonder why people dont like you your hurt me I beat you > I have to hands nomatter what you do Forget all these ugly people im threw so Im not trynna be you
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cynquavia
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Sep 24, 2011
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