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Jul 2019
As I sit here on the bitter edge of seventeen
I daydream about the time the grass were green
I hate the way your love makes me act like a fein
Do you even think of me.
Happy birthday love,
BeLoved
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BeLoved
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   Lacy and Ashley Kaye
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