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i punch people and slap their ass.


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I rarely keep memories ever since the break up. Nothing personal with anyone. Nothing worthy to remember by.

And even tho, I don't have anything personal to remind myself of you, other than your quirky personality, I just want you.

Something you'll never know. Something I'll never tell.