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Jan 2016
I feel like the dirt that you walk on , the streets you spit on. I feel as unimportant as the bacteria that grows on leftover food. Maybe that's all that I am , huh ? leftover food? because I sure don't see anything good in myself , I feel rotten and cold inside anyways.
reina
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reina  Houston.
(Houston.)   
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   Karson Rodgers
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