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Jun 2017
Despite my best efforts I can't quit you babe.
This tear in my hear is ripping at my soul.
Time has came and past yet I'm still yours.
I only hear the whispers of my memories moaning about you.
Just a child's play thing I was to you,  while you were busy attending to some one else's heart.
Tragic how the irony has consumed our past and Destiny.
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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