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Aug 2015
Don kno how to escape
Kant seem to find any man for a Gud date
But am I late, I taste ma own sweat and tears
Will jakie *** back.
Don know dat
Will I picke feet bak up
Will I
Will I
I don even kno me anymore
I don kno Jake
I thinke I'll shop,
Best way for dis girlie to think.
Natalia mushara
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Natalia mushara  From Boston
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