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Sep 2015
See your gone more often than not.
I realized yesterday I don't know what a father is, or what a man is.
You are gone most of the time, even when your not. 
 my god I saw your wallet more than you so I guess I'll call that love;
see I've  thrown every penny I've had in wishing wells of my lovers to be happy
but the only thing I've learned from you is that money is better spent on luxuries.
Maite
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Maite  Oregon
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   Lonnie Nichole
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