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Jun 2014
You must be bored. I know its you, your ignorance reaks of stale perfume. Ignore me; just less for me to do. Wait from a distance, you always force me to. Your comments alone; show the change got the best of you. Your followers; watching you do those things you do. Too many people; love you more than you do. The only one that doesn't get it is you. And I don't want to hear it from you. Left believing you behind.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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