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Apr 2014
I KNOW YOU'LL NEVER LOVE ME AGAIN AND MAYBE THAT'S HOW IT'S MEANT TO BE BUT I CANT HELP STAYING UP ALL NIGHT THINKING TO MYSELF "SHE'S THINKING OF ME."
I have nothing to write about.
Skai
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Skai  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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