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Feb 2014
The first boy to break me was irish
the second, jewish
the third had blonde hair and a perfect smile
the fourth hurt especially because of his innocent eyes and pure mind
the fifth is still my friend
the most recent is breaking me madly, people say he looks like my brother
maybe that's why he beat me with a smile, and laughed like it was joke
melodie foley
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melodie foley  Chicago
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