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Dec 2018
looking down at that lipstick print you left on that cigarette and what it meant to me
So here’s your crown to the ******* queen of lies letting every ******* guy between your thighs end my life with your eyes like a knife without words I struggle to find the time to think about you when I’ve found someone new.
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Nathan Wischropp
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Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
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