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Jan 2013
How am I supposed to know you were
going to be like this.
Self-centered and conceded
No One likes that
It's unattractive, I promise you
I'm getting restless of it
Hearing your problems
or about yourself
Well guess what ***,
We All have problems
And you, My darling,
Are not,
The Sun.
McKinna Bunch
Written by
McKinna Bunch
760
   Jodi and Colleen Brown
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