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Aug 2017
You take the hand of a liar who says that you were their first, but that hand has been held tens of times before you. Highschool hearts are exchanged like currency between people, the more you've got the more popular you are. Some get nothing, some get everything...it's just like at the carnival, but instead it's a carnival of love.
Don't ask me what this is I don't even know myself
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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