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Jul 2018
Your love is rought nothing you have done will every be good your words your love is buring scares onto my flesh when you hid from me. Word will never be enought to show you the pain i suffer nothing will ever be able to show you the world i live in. Hell is where i live like blads sliceing your souls away. Your love is like a gun you pulled the trigger shooting me in the heart. Theres nothing left there nothing even worth saving when im gone. When i walk this earth i will whow you my world i live and see. But there now point of showing you bc you will never understand me till the day we split away from the truth of you killing me
Love is rought or false
Vladimir s Krebs
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Vladimir s Krebs  23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania
(23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania)   
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