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I love her I don't know why. I love her, from her soul through her eyes. She's innocent, at least as far as I can tell, I love her to death, to save me from hell. God knows that we both love her, but only God knows only if we're meant for each other. So I sit here alone, thinking to myself. Conflicted and confused, I sit here thinking alot, not at all amused. God I love her I don't know why. So I sit here and pout, hefting one last sigh. sigh
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
confessions of a late night soul
I love her I don't know why. I love her, from her soul through her eyes. She's innocent, at least as far as I can tell, I love her to death, to save me from hell. God knows that we both love her, but only God knows only if we're meant for each other. So I sit here alone, thinking to myself. Conflicted and confused, I sit here thinking alot, not at all amused. God I love her I don't know why. So I sit here and pout, hefting one last sigh. sigh
Wandering_Nomad
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
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