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Mar 2014
150 down a main road
Ditched the 5'O
*******, angry
Him running his mouth's
the only music playing

Different dealers on hold
Oh baby, please don't lose control

I've gambled makin money (in not so good ways) lots in my time,
& each time I did it, made myself a pretty dime
But this round fella's
This games gettin old
Drop my cards to the table
I'm out
I fold.
Done with dealing for myself at least, go me
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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