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Jun 2016
Why do I love you?
Why do I pine?
Even with knowing
You'll never be mine
You are the yang
To my yin
You are the chills
That run on my skin
Your heart is the treasure
I might never obtain
The fact of the matter
Is I'm going insane
I want you
But I don't
I want to tell you
But I won't
I can't help getting lost
In your eyes
Nor can I help
These lustful sighs
I know my daydreams
Will never come true
But I can't help
Loving you
That Girl With The Notebook
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That Girl With The Notebook  Queens
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