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Drama queen

oh boy here it goes trouble brewin i know it's so drama is wrong it's so messed up woman freak at the slightest fuss your laughing now i speak with cooth you ladies know i tell the truth you say you'll call and if you don't the world it ends it's all your fault i have to laugh i can not pass woman and drama are such a gas be careful men of what you say you;ll be on the couch another day i will be in trouble before this write comes to conclusion i'm not here to start confusion drama oh drama we men can't do without we need to watch our woman pout there is a couch somewhere in this world reserved for me my named engraved for all to see do i stay and fight or run for my life the latter i think till i make it right
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michael-gagain
American
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Apr 25, 2013
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