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By Unintended

Many moons later I still cried over the date Trusting too much Yearning for your touch Calling me the failure I buy it no longer There was a woman there Summoned to your lair You're smart and blessed But give it a rest I'm not a naiive girl anymore Even though I'm still twenty four You will never change Quite shallow despite your age Women flow in and out There's always one floating about

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November 7, 2011 06:19Natural_beauty_Ashe

i like where you went with this :)

November 7, 2011 20:11Unintended

Thank u