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Oct 2013
your tears fall down every day
blow smoke into my face and call me a *****.
sob because you
****** me up.
daddy,
i'm getting real tired of this

(i wish you were high)
Amelia
Written by
Amelia  rva usa
(rva usa)   
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   --- and Cheyenne Najee
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