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Mar 2019
He trickled his hand around my heart
He proceeded to pull my heart out
He decided to take it
He played with it and confused the beats
He proceeded to beat it because it didn’t mean anything to him
Then he cut it and said sorry and tried to do it again
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
(25/F/Florida)   
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     Shiv Pratap Pal, Jules and Yenson
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