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how it is
Contributed by
nikkkkki
on
Tuesday, 21st September 2004 @ 04:01:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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you think you love me, but it's not true
compared to what i think of you.
i'm insane.
i think about you all day, all night
my stomach aches on the inside.
i need to see you.
the time goes by n you don't call.
i drive myself crazy trying not
to dial your number n let it ring.
i'm obsessed.
Copyright ©
nikkkkki
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2004-09-21 16:01:17]
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Re: how it is
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 11:38:59 AM AEST
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You seem to have been bitten pretty hard by the love bug
I'm sorry it isnt being returned in the way you want it to be
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