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Lacerating is the pain
Love of my life,
The knowledge
We are on the ball
Makes me take pride
And walk tall.
Even if
About me
You know all,
Try to understand
The problem
On my side,
Every time lacerating
Is the pain
Parted,till I get you again!
Friday 7th November 2014 12:15 pm
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