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Aug 2016
you can tell them what you want
but you can't tell me how you feel ?
this isn't a game , nor *** appeal.
I'm tired of the **** , and I want to know
this isn't how communication is supposed to go
it was inevitable , still could have been honest
I wasn't trying to be hostile
it was all in the profile
I never signed up to be kept out
this was never a game.
we were the same.
but now I'm thinking I've been put to shame
unknown to me
don't share with me
just care for me , no don't do that.
it's all just a trick
I'm pretty fed up with all this ****.
Wynter Watkins
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Wynter Watkins  Virginia Beach
(Virginia Beach)   
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   lena k
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