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they say they love me,and they wanna care,i just dont find that anywhere.to tear a
form i needed for school,must have been my mule that kicked so
hard,scarred,retard,simple yarded.feel gaurded now that i dont do?must have
been my you.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2008
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