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Apr 2018
You don’t no how much I can’t stand you. I just want you to be hurt the way you did me. Man I was the dumb to believe that something with you would be hard as concert. What you did to me feels like the ultimate defeat. A heart made of gold broke like glass and thrown in the trash. I gave you my all and you just kicked me in the ***. Then for you to turn and move on so fast. That hit me hard than a mentor crash. Hurt worse the a rash on my ***. You took everything thing I had use me like a tool.
Marcus White
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