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Bad Luck With Love
{Bad Luck With Love}
He was my love that cought my ? heart by the thing's he would say and show me but now he faded away like our love never meant anything to him
But it did me for what it's worth now
I miss the longing of his voice saying I love you
But now my bed is cold on one side as I lay alone tonight writing this hoping one day it might find it's...
Saturday 2nd December 2017 10:00 am
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