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Aug 2014
I trade my limits for a friend so yea your not the only one..

So sickening when they tell your the best one.

But it's funny that we laugh but never talk much, the reasons and excuses your phone mess up..
Yea your phone mess up?

I was therefore you I took care of you when they wasn't there yes

You called me bro you took me home so why are you acting this  way..oh now I soundquite strange so maybe I should back up..

You tell me but I like the way we opened up, and pray about and dance around the secret stuff.

I think to much and I know you hate to be alone.
When you see me you act like I should throw it off.

But I guess I should blow it up, come see me I saved a seat for the only one.

Sincerely your best friend that thinks to much
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Eddie Starr
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