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Aug 2015
I think
that I'm in
love
and it's
tragic,
my pulse
won't stop
pounding
and I need to
hear you
say my
name and
feel your
loving
touch that's
growing
cold now,
oh,
you don't
love me
like I need
you
to
and want me
just the same.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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