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Aug 2013
Love sick?
Tell me about it
you are a disease

And if you thought
finding a cure
was a breeze

you were wrong
because everything
you do is a tease

to my heart
So if you could
would you please

make a move
or get out
cause i feel like a ******
KILLME
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KILLME  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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