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Aug 2014
I thought he loves me.
He doesn't.
I though he cared about me.
He doesn't.
Ever since I met her, nothings gone right.
I was to blind to see.
She was in my sight.
All along, I never knew,
She'd be the one....
That makes Nothing Go Right.
Constance Wolves Taylor
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Constance Wolves Taylor  Bardstown
(Bardstown)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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