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So I really hate it when I get confused for a hoe like I'm sorry
I like a boy I message him
I'm friends with a boy I message him
I want to date a boy I message him
Still a fucking virgin
Not even first base
I kissed a boy like once
I am talking to three guys right now
My dad
My cousin who lives with us
My crush
Really doubt I'm a hoe
Sorry if I text to much or I'm up your ass
I won't give a fuck about you anymore
Good bye
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Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
