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8h
GIR
You let the wrong people love you
when you cry you need my comfort
I drop everything to come over
Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth
Just count to ten and try to breath
The perfect one for you is me
its so hard liking a straight girl you can't have. :(
apricot
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apricot  San Franciso
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