Decaitaed to Christopher McDonald
I hoping the man that i though was
my dreams is happy without me,
im still getting yelled at by ppl,
speaking my mind and that always ends up in my face, i think i know that i should leave ppl alone
and let them live their life
i think we should be friends that tells each other everything
that doesn't keep us apart.
Love Sylvia
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