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Oct 2013
Loved ones lose touch over petty ****.
No invite, no call, wrong face, wrong words.
Who gives a ****?
We all go thru hard times and our time is limited here. Why the ******* ****?  Get over yourselves move on and be happy.
Written by
poetic justice  california
(california)   
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