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Oct 2012
I cannot keep spilling my heart out to you like this.
It hurts.
And you just laugh.
You already know I want to be with you.
Stop playing with me and give me an answer.
Do you want to be with me too?
Quincy Poitras
Written by
Quincy Poitras  Fort Wayne
(Fort Wayne)   
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   Timothy and R A Sanders
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