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Feb 2018
I hate you for ruining my life
My will to live has slipped through my fingers
And all that I can think about is your metaphorical knife
I hate you for ruining my life
You ****** your crime upon me, resulting in strife
Your voice singing my name now lingers
I hate you for ruining my life
My will to live has slipped through my fingers
Astrid Michaels
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Astrid Michaels  24/F/Conway, AR
(24/F/Conway, AR)   
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