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Ma heart it bleed I ware dis heart On dis Italian sleeve. I'm sick of ******** And men who are sleeze. I take this me And recreate. What is past I keep it past What is now Stay now. But I will get To da betta man Soon somehow. I'm **** Kool A babye gurl Looking for da right one To rule ma world. Where are yuo babye boye? Jake lefte At least I thinke. So now what do I do. What do I say Ma heart is cutting me down I feel ma self buried in grave.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Dis hurts im dying
Ma heart it bleed I ware dis heart On dis Italian sleeve. I'm sick of ******** And men who are sleeze. I take this me And recreate. What is past I keep it past What is now Stay now. But I will get To da betta man Soon somehow. I'm **** Kool A babye gurl Looking for da right one To rule ma world. Where are yuo babye boye? Jake lefte At least I thinke. So now what do I do. What do I say Ma heart is cutting me down I feel ma self buried in grave.
natalia-mushara
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
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