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Dec 2015
My poems are sad, yet they make me glad, they bring me joy. I mock you and your actions and it makes me content, with how you left. Broken down, in my weakest state you sent me the pictures, revealed your true face. Blame myself, but truly it's you, wish for the best for the pair of you.
Closure for a wound that's been open for far too long. Peace

Enjoy the south Oshawa filth willow in pity where you belong.
Apparently I can be a ****...
Antonio
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   its gonna make sense, --- and Katelyn
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