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Feb 2013
I hate how
every time I message you
I feel the need to have some reason

that I cant call to chat
to see how your day was
pass the time in traffic

It's always
remember that thing we both like
well blah blah happened

I don't know how
you deal with my *******
because I can barley stand it
bleh. not my best. oh well .
Kate
Written by
Kate  Houston.
(Houston.)   
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