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May 2013
I've stopped looking for love, it does not exist. Hoping to see some light , but that's something I've missed.
Living in the here and now, never leaving my head.
As the nights come and go, so do the strangers in my bed.
I've stopping looking for love, I've made up my mind.
I've stopping looking for love, it's not something I need to find.
Written by
Jenna Stevenson
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