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Jun 8
I'm nervous and scared, oblivious to what's next, thinking, what to do?
Cause everything I do, ends up as something I may be doing for you
What kills me, I'm afraid, is nothing of my own device
It's what you'll think of my actions, of my virtues, my vice
No vows to exchange, just yet, an honest promise it may be
Let's keep it simple, to begin with, I trust you and you trust me.
Love is harder than it used to be...
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Travelling ToHell  M
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     V and BR Dragos
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