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hey, my names abby. im sixteen. and i love poetry, whats there more to say. |
Sometimes you make me really mad
just the thought that you would even wanna make me...
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Liars don't get second chances, and secrets don't make friends. so open up, spill your guts; make sure you make an honest mess. |
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I have the kind of friends where my house would be on fire and we would be outside hitting on the firemen. |
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Never give up if you still want to try; |