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whitelielovely Member
since 2006-12-11
Posts 146Australia |
i hurt for you, for where you are now i cry now at a song that rips my heart because it makes me think of you at the sweet things you would do for me the poem you asid you had written and lost i know you did i find it sweet, the poem i seem to be the only one to fully get through to you the only one for this one day at least no one sees that i cry beacuse i miss you they think i love the other boy who loves me i love no one, but you captured my mind i believe you have, at least, for the moment i want to tell you it's fine ask you every question but the answers that i don't think will come these i fear more than all else, everything else i know you don't want to know that though "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7 [This message has been edited by whitelielovely (12-22-2006 06:00 PM).] |
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