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Oct 2013
I can feel it.
I'm ready to go.
I shouldnt though, I promised.
I grab you, I hit you.

This is the last time.

I love you.
I hate you.
Why do you make me feel so good?
ugh, i can feel it again
I have to go.

This is the last time

You stink,
Your ugly,
You make me want to die.
But please don't leave me.

This is the last time

I give up
You're mine
This cigarette
Oh my....
Becca DeMateo
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Becca DeMateo  25/F/Salisbury, NC
(25/F/Salisbury, NC)   
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   Ellen Bee and Sally A Bayan
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