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Feb 2016
Keep your hands to yourself,
he's no longer yours to touch.
I tried to play nice with you;
it was a temporary crutch.

Things are complicated enough,
stop trying to toe the line.
You need to understand
that the Angel boy is mine.
Yo. This ***...
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
(27/F/Ontario)   
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