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Oct 2011
Waking up and being loved is my goal.
Meet a nice girl and take a little stroll.
Down a road remembered oh so well.
Look into her eyes and confess that I have fell.
Pop.
Dreams sadly stop.
Reality breaks in and starts to blur.
But I withhold the desire I prefer much more...
Written by
BB Nothing
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     BB Nothing and Kayla
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