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He loves me, he loves me not I pluck the petals And watch them drop I sit and wonder Unable to take the overthinking any longer And somewhere in the back of my mind I hear your voice telling me everything is fine But deep down inside I know that everything is not alright And as the overwhelming feeling sink in, I feel a tear fall As I try to breathe in He loves me, he loves me not I begin to feel the faint burn Of your last caring touch Against my quivering lips The tears begin to fall As I pluck the last white petal Our memories flashed in the blink of an eye And all I want Is to hear you say That you love me Even though I know You love me not.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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He loves me, he loves me not I pluck the petals And watch them drop I sit and wonder Unable to take the overthinking any longer And somewhere in the back of my mind I hear your voice telling me everything is fine But deep down inside I know that everything is not alright And as the overwhelming feeling sink in, I feel a tear fall As I try to breathe in He loves me, he loves me not I begin to feel the faint burn Of your last caring touch Against my quivering lips The tears begin to fall As I pluck the last white petal Our memories flashed in the blink of an eye And all I want Is to hear you say That you love me Even though I know You love me not.
stacy-ventura
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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