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Mar 2018
I ain't ever gonna have that cash and June love
That love that no matter how much you endure,
at the end of days that woman says yes.
I ain't ever gonna die of a broken heart, because you gotta have one to break first.
Lost doesn't fit to the feeling I have,
It's more like disappeared.
Lost implys you will be found...
My love is at the bottom of a bottle
It's white residue left on a table
It's anything to numb my numb
To get my mind off you
To forget what life was when I had love
When everything else won't do..
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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