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May 2016
No one trusts me
I'm just their little daughter
Their little lying daughter

I once heard my mother call me a *******
It was through the wall while she was arguing with my father on the phone
Sometimes I think he might be the only one who likes me
I'm sorry that I'm a ******* mom
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
(Intercourse PA)   
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