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Dec 2015
You say she doesn't love me, that I should forget about her.
But, do you even know what love is?
Do you have any idea what you are asking me for?
If God tells me to forget her, I'd tell God no.
And if in punishment for my impious blasphemy he snatches her from me, then I **** myself, go to heaven and take her from him.
Isaac Peña
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Isaac Peña  25/M/DC
(25/M/DC)   
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