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Feb 2017
Sometimes when I wake,
why does life feel so fake...

Why is the girl I love,
as mean as a snake....

Where are those words of kindness...
Which have been replaced with hate..

Why has making love,
been replaced with a kick to the head...

Why has laying in bed together laughing,
to her she procrastinate

Go ask Jake the snake
For Pete sake

For a keepsake
Steal from Peter and Paul and Jake

Jake the snake fish rate
Tate on tape and faith

Now men ******* over me *******
Even club tax and DJ

I am a single princess at stake
Seeing through ******* slate

Now we in a bullcrap state
The toll bridge is golden gate
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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