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Apr 2018
He asked me what my type was

I said I didn’t have a clue

Because what I want

Is never what I need

And well

He was the latter of the two.
Man, men trip me out. Hell, I trip myself out.
Written by
Erika  24/F/Cleburne
(24/F/Cleburne)   
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   Katie Jacobs and TSPoetry
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