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Imagine if it was just me and you. What a dream that would be. You're nothing like my last. Call me just to hear my voice. You don't let your pride get in the way. Tell me time and time again that you wish I would be yours. I know you would treat me right. For me you'd put up a good fight, but this is a match that you're not ready for. Consider this the standing count of eight. I see I'm leaving you hurt, that's not my intention.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Count of Eight
Imagine if it was just me and you. What a dream that would be. You're nothing like my last. Call me just to hear my voice. You don't let your pride get in the way. Tell me time and time again that you wish I would be yours. I know you would treat me right. For me you'd put up a good fight, but this is a match that you're not ready for. Consider this the standing count of eight. I see I'm leaving you hurt, that's not my intention.
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19/F/Maryland
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
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