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1d
You asked me for a hundred dollars
And like a dog I ran to get it for you
Counting the few bills and coins I had
I would do anything to keep you happy
I’d rip my heart out of my chest if another man broke your heart
But now you don’t even consider me family
Vent? Idk I’m just talking
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Thirty Nine  14/F
(14/F)   
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