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Apr 2017
A sting hurts for a bit,
It was more like a pinch;
Began thinking about it
Until it didn't exist.
I then forgot about it;
It was gone that quick,
But you I can't forget
Because you're making me sick.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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   david mitchell
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