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Mar 2019
She always had the same two inquiries
She'd ask me
Why do you want me?
Answer was always dead silence
She'd ask me
Why do you look at me like that?
I'd answer in my head jokingly
Guess her multiple babies fathers never loved her before.
IcarusHatesSun
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IcarusHatesSun  27/M/Phoenix Arizona
(27/M/Phoenix Arizona)   
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