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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Wish You Were Here
He'll never think of me the same. And its all my fault.
He's not even mine. And I feel like I lost him.
He's like no one I've ever met. And I've never even met him.
He's in my mind morning, noon and night. And now he'll only think less of me.
Wish you were here
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