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Aug 2018
I am a fried,
Afriad that she will never talk to me,
Call me,
Text me,
But I can never get what I need from her.

So I put these fasodes on,
Not the real me,
Fake me.
Tell me where to hide,
How to escape the pain,
She cased me.
Eevee
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Eevee
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