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Oct 2016
I was alive on a hot summer day,
I was feeling so good,
we had good food,
got me in the mood
for you,
you told me
for you a thousand times over,
you were my four leaved clover.
but as you wished
me to stay,
i cried that day.
i know i know
we enjoyed alot.
the ***
the journey we went on
countries we hadnt seen.
but girl,
i dont mean to say
i didnt want to go
i love you
but on that hot summer day
you told me
the stars were mine,
but that was my line.
I was supposed to tell you
about your eyes.
you wanted me to tell you
your *** was gold,
your ***** as sugar
so sweet.
but hey
I need
to say
i love you.
which is what you wanted.
but hell cant say enough,
like that day he called you a ****,
also the day i went to jail,
his face rearranged.
**** girl,
you make me do crazy things.
and you are ...
...
...
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crazy
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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