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The following poem was found in the scrapbook of a young Shivangi Dev dated 2003. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i am so alone an cold in dis dark room. ma live is empty and ma soul has bin sold. a boy didnt call me and he said dat he would i feel so low innit dats why i'm wearing dis hood i reelly liked him an i txt him saying so but he sed "SOZ CHAT L8TR GOTTA BOWL" i arksed him once just ta sit closer ta me but he didnt so now i must rite dis miserable poetry my mum wants me to clean ma room but she doesnt feel ma pain deep in ma woom dere is noone dat is here for me no more dis life is ***ed so i'm gonna be walkin out da door mum dunt let me do what i want cant dye my hair cant call her a **** she so uptight man but i dunt care cos im leaving wiv dis man dat got long curly hair i think he's muslim but i still luv him dun care about his line n length or his pace i just wanna sit on his face but if he dunt marry me its his loss i dunt care what ovahs say i dunt give a toss. latah yeah? XxxxX :-0( Shivangi

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:hysterical::hysterical::hysterical: good one goosy..

i think he's muslim but i still luv him dun care about his line n length or his pace i just wanna sit on his face n kiss his base but if he dunt marry me its his loss i dunt care what ovahs say i dunt give a toss.
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...... i arksed him once just ta sit closer ta me but he didnt so now i must rite dis miserable poetry ....... dun care about his line n length or his pace i just wanna sit on his face
What a horny girl :haha:
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