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May 2014
And I hate it.

It's exactly what I said to Kay.
She was on varsity I was on jv when we got really close.
Your exact words were my exact words when I told her I wanted to die.

Now you've moved up a level and so have I.
Ten o'clock at night and you start to cry.
But baby please hold on tight.
*Don't turn out like me
Damaged
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