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Our love was a playground; he played me however he wanted, and my heart with scrapped knees would fall for him every time. Sandoval
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
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Our love was a playground; he played me however he wanted, and my heart with scrapped knees would fall for him every time. Sandoval
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Sep 10, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
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