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Sep 2016
Never was doubtful of your condescending ways.
Pricked in suffering
Words of loathsome intentions
A naive foolish tool was I
You act as though nothing occurred
Your false innocence will be forgotten,
because I'm finished with you
I have no desire to-
Keep tainted memories alive
Slip through the cracks-
and don't ever come back
Wrote this poem to my ex-best friend. 6/15/15
Pinkbun17
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Pinkbun17  So Cali
(So Cali)   
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