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Sep 2015
You're young. You're dope. You're        
  FREE!
You've forgotten about me.
Maybe one day you will see
that "kindred soul thing"
is the key.
But if you come crawling
back, baby,
  I'ma tell you, "it's not me".
You won't get my love fyor free.
You can't  have my love for free.
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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