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Jul 2015
No Matter how mad I am at you.

When your hand reaches out for mine, I know I'll let my finger intertwine with yours.

Hell, I'll squeeze your hand tighter.
I'm headed for complete and utter heart brake and I know it.
Unrequited Love
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Unrequited Love
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