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I love to write. I'm 15 about to be 16 on 10/03/89. I'm hispanic. Born and raised in cali.
I wish I could say I have many close relationships
That I go around with friends and family stuck to the hips.
That I could ride away with the ones that
I love and the ones that love me in a ship.
I get off the phone with you and feel like I wana cry.
Can't you see the loneliness in my eyes
I can't be your girl anymore, why do you keep coming back because I'm not going to give this another try.
Don't tell me how to live my life after all that we've been through.
Don't tell me what I do aint right after all that dirt you do.
I always took your side, whether you were right or wrong.
I sparked the flame that lit the bomb through the years,
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