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Dec 7
Dear diary,
Is something wrong with me?
Dad shorts and a baggy shirt
Thick cacausian with basketball skills
And the blue eyes that I could jump in
LIKE!
EVERYTIME
I try my best dude to not look at Dem glutes
Are those ******* that just smiles back Everytime he walks up
LIKE
today was a complete fail
Wish you could pick me up and act like you been wanting to talk to me alone
We can ride on your muscles I MEAN
Likeee your Honda or something.


Now diary wrap all I said in one word what am I?
Wrap that more up and let's smoke cause today I was like ....
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TREASUREI
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