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Apr 2013
This sulking *******
It's gotta go behind me
I can't dwell on freshman year loves
Don't give me your pity kids
Time to smile and rot your teeth
I'm so ******* sweet
I had to count to 6 months
Ahh, you men & your ****** hair
Stealing hearts
Burnout
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