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Jun 2014
That is what I do.
Speak out of turn or
**** him with silence.
Uncalled sentences to
I wish you would open up.
All this time I have been fighting
for us to see things hand and hand
When everything is nothing
Will an understanding be the same
"What are you pushing for?"
She could not tell you.
Schyler Morrow
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Schyler Morrow
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   Γ€Ε§ΓΉl and amrutha
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