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Pop there goes my gun and the love, it no longer exist, You messed everything up with being a little to rude. Your body is trying to make it, breath the air I breath, but the wound got you delirious dizzy and out of it. You played me now its my turn to punish you. I tryed to embracec your sympathy but you made me turn into a evil destroyer so how do want to live your life misable or dead Lay your head on my pillow let me heal you slowly anit till you no how to treate a good woman beautifully.

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Date: 9/28/2010 11:40:00 AM
Potential means that we grow, execution means that we know. We grow to fall in love, and know when its time to go ... thanks for the privilege of reading your work. Have a blessed journey ... into the world of feelings and poetry, Te'Arra
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Date: 9/27/2010 9:13:00 AM
A pleasure to read your creative poetry today Te'arra. I am hoping you have a wonderful week filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/26/2010 7:50:00 PM
TE'ARRA, DEEP, SAD, AND AMAZING, A WONDERFUL POEM TO READ! HAVE A BLESSED DAY*luv~SKAT
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