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Mar 2018
I always seem to hate the things I love at some point
I don't get it
I wish you were here with me
No kidding
I ended up hating you
But you didn't
I saw you changing and it hurt me I was depressed
And you deserted me
You left me all cold and worried
You never loved me you were just *****
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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