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May 2018
how come, you must rub it in my face.
about how happy you are with him.
the man I love.
you stole him.
gone.
and you feel the need to brag.
why?
how come, you get pleasure..
from making me feel small.
unwanted.
being second choice hurts enough,
without your words.
please.
go.
lia jay
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lia jay  18/F/Minnesota
(18/F/Minnesota)   
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