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7d
I feel like your taunting me
You tell me your in town
Shove it in my throat we can't hang out
You call me, and I answer
Just for your phone to die five minutes later
You text me finally
Never mind its just pictures of money wasted unrighteously
You ask me what I want for my birthday
To look on the porch in dismay
Stop taunting me
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anonymous99  13/F/United States
(13/F/United States)   
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