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Aug 2016
You make me sick
with your five digits prancing about
crawling over my body
like a uneducated boy scout
you claim to hold my heart
but its been torn apart
shattered across the vast expanse
absent of a second chance
go away you pathetic fool
what did you expect?
This was so -NOT- cool
Randomly me, angry and depressed. It's just how I feel today.... maybe tomorrow I'll feel better...
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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