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When I find someone who makes me smile it's hard, but I understand why you go. I am a dirt bag, the lowest of lows. Im just trying to keep this smile you bring, like I said it's hard but I will let you leave. I want a taste of passion biting on the edge of bliss, waking up to that smile and living for that one girls kiss. These moments I share might as well be a pebble in water, at first the ripples are close and then they grow farther and farther. Your actions speek loud, louder than your words, but then again you don't say much, you have no voice to be heard. So what am I to act on? My telepathy and assumption? Alright girl I know women and I am good at that game, but please remember I never asked to play. I just want you to be blunt and admit you don't know what you are doing but your not going to stop because you think I am worth knowing
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kaiha-taylora-alexis-bertollin
Italian
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Aug 26, 2011
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