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Jul 2013
I love her!

Well at least I like to tell myself that.
I suppose I cared because no on else did. I find that sometimes I get lost in her gibberish that flows from her lips like ***** from a drunken school girl.
She would ***** her disgusting words all over me. Each conversation I became a victim. A martyr for a senseless cause I was left dripping with confusion...
Kevin T Wilson
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Kevin T Wilson  35/Kentucky ,USA
(35/Kentucky ,USA)   
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