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Aug 2018
my heart s k i p s a beat
Everytime I
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Hearing your voice.
My cheeks B L U S H red
And my head
Starts
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When you talk to me.
Why is it that I like you?
I hope he's not reading this
Broken Angel Wings
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Broken Angel Wings  13/F/California
(13/F/California)   
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