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Aug 2014
When did dating become a game?
And get so trashed?
Now all we think about is
"Hey, look at dat ***!"

People aren't special anymore
Legs are like open doors
We go from one to another
Wonder why we haven't found the right lover?
Xyns
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Xyns  Where Is My Mind?
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