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New like a baby 1st shampoo


Thinking about wearing scrubs going late to work, thinking this might work. I tangled my self with confusion and made myself an illusion. Switching lanes on the highway, not in a rush to get there. at the end your text makes my day. It's new, hope don't change but again I'm here today thinking but these day, shit ain't the same, it has change I no longer expect a text today but again, I reminisce about those days.
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Paroxysm_of_complexion
thank you very much, I appreciate your comment.
Madi_Rose
fix a few grammatical errors, but it's really good!! I can feel what you're feeling :)

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