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Aug 2015
You make me ******* sick.
Every inch of my body
Itches to purge itself of you.
You're ****, you're ****,
You're worthless.
You're a player,
You're a Faker,
And I ******* hate you.
**** a ****.
The end.
lmt
Lindsay Thomas
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Lindsay Thomas  Kentucky
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