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Apr 2017
18
You have no talents
Well sir I actually do
You have no skills
Sir you haven't met me still
I have lived with you for years
You don't know my favorite color or if I've even pierced my ears
How could you be so nieve?
How could you be so cruel?
Jokes on you I'm kicking you out at 18
I'll leave before you ask me
Impossible you're not leaving until you're ready to go*
Well sir I have been ready for a long time
Lilly frost
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Lilly frost  18/F/US
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   Ryan Hoysan
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