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Apr 2018
anxiety super high
I wanna call **** that
tired of fighting a brick wall
I fell for that smile on a black man over 6ft tall
u would have thought because he is older
he wouldn’t act so ******* bipolar
I was ready to carry his weight on my shoulder
but every time we talked I felt the conversations
growing colder
I shoulda threw his number in the trash that very day last October
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