From a young age the friends I had became less and less..
They saw the real me,my mess so they left me.
Now I am not surprised when they leave
I expect them to
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
From a young age the friends I had became less and less..
They saw the real me,my mess so they left me.
Now I am not surprised when they leave
I expect them to
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