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Loss&Found

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Reads 12
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Niggas be scared to let another person know how they fell.I say this because i know i am.It might be a girl might be a boy, who care like the fuck come on now shut up cause their you have a secret to!!!Im still list in my feeling i wonder if she or he gay.I need to be  dope on this earth still us mother fucker.Do he are she like me.......All Rights Reserved

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Pretty Boy

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