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May 2010
I love lo
but he loves la
he is my vita
it rottuara my cuore
it shreds me to pieces
i wish for morte
i dont know why i care
he doesnt amor me
he is felice with la
i can never be with him
la ragione per cui i love you
preparare for a story
tuo sorriso
tuo occhio
the way you occhiata at me
i love lo
ma it aux never be
hehe italian!! :)
Written by
Katelyn
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