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Jan 2016
I think when I cry about you, it's not
my heart that's crying, it's my soul.
Each day you get further away and each day a little piece of my soul is torn away.
Our souls miss each other. Mine just wants to go home.
Madalyn
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Madalyn  USA
(USA)   
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   cg and Erik mitchel lubbe
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