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It isn't.

I don't care what you say.

It isn't at all what you think.

"I love him." she said, after that long hard drink.

People can talk and they can chatter, but what really is the matter?

They are longing for love; to be held and to be kissed.

It is the way of life that they have so whole heartedly missed.

"I am happy and that is the path I choose.

There isn't a thing in the world I could lose."

It isn't at all what you think.

So take my drink.

You need it more than you think.

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samantha-hardebeck
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May 25, 2013
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