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May 2016
Happinnes when we where alone.
Fights when we where with others.
Kisses when we where alone.
Punches when we where with others.
That's not how love suposed to be.
Now it's over and we're still fighting when we're with others and kissing when we're alone.
This has to end.
And stop pretend to like it.
Vitorio gash
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Vitorio gash  Alky-city
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     PJ Poesy, Alice Baker, ---, NV, --- and 2 others
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