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Apr 2013
It's crazy,
This love we possess.
Spiraling up, then d
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                                                n.
Changing our moods all around.
We talk, then we yell,
venting in every way that we can.
Not knowing of the damage were doing,
Not knowing what will happen next.
Then there's ***,
there's love, then there is regret.
We are just making up for un-happiness.
In this moment I know I love you,
I know that I'm sorry.
Most of all I know it was just another stupid fight.
Tonya Cusick
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Tonya Cusick  23/F/Joplin, mo
(23/F/Joplin, mo)   
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