Online Love
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Last published Wed, Jul 9, 2014
See everyone wants to take a stand , they say they care but can give two fucks on how you feel.
B-But your appearance matters more to them . They could care less of who you are it anything like that.
You gotta be Sexy,Fierce , flamboyant, you have to walk as if you don't care.
But in the long run you realized you did care??
You don't have to lie about your self !
Hey my name is Ana I'm a red head living a cruel cold world , I live with my mom who is a pot head that just doesn't give a fuck, I practically pay the bills and take care of my self what is a 15 year old girl doing taking care of her self..?
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That's until one day I meet this boy he makes me feel like im worth something like I should live to see another day but come on the roller coaster there a eclipse of my life and how it's going.
~~~~Jay
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