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I’m not one to harvest a grudge, but you planted an insidious seed and called it love. Your heart was an aggressive **** and you’ve reaped what you’ve sown.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
Harvest
I’m not one to harvest a grudge, but you planted an insidious seed and called it love. Your heart was an aggressive **** and you’ve reaped what you’ve sown.
jacqui-slade
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
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