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Oct 2014
I ******* hate myself
I hate knowing that I will never be loved
Touched
Kissed
No man would ever look at me like a rare object
That when you touch it breaks
I'm never going to the bride
Or the wife
Or the mother
I'm a home wrecker
Heart breaker
Spirit taker
I am nothing
Izzi
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Izzi  20/F/California
(20/F/California)   
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