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Nov 2013
****, is it going to come to this?
Why would I lie?
Why would I try to get past your eyes?
Please you must believe I've spoke no wrong.
You asked and I said, "I can't see how you can take what I said and mix it up"
It reflects the way you make me feel.
I was letting you in but I guess you're not ready for that.
That's my bad.
I thought you was on my level of us.
Jessica Moneymaker
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Jessica Moneymaker  Florida
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