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Aug 2017
here we go again
those are old nights where i call you
but you don't reply because of god knows why
i just wanted to make you proudΒ Β 
and wanted you to cheer with the crowd
but thats to much to ask and now your an ***
i cried over you
while you drink of her
guess even as your daughter
you still didn't bother
Written by
Paige Coile  Agender/Peoria
(Agender/Peoria)   
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