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May 2016
I've never felt so high until you've touched my skin,
and when you kiss my lips, it feels like a sin.

Gosh! I love you, but I hate you too,
but please don't leave me feeling blue.

You don't feel the same, I know,
still you want me, I know.

I don't mind, even though I do,
yet I'll be here if you want me too.
Diana Mendes
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