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Jul 2013
I love it when you smile,
I love it when you speak,
I love it when we sit together ,
and think about our week.

I hate it when you hurt me,
I hate it when I weep,
I hate it when the things I said,
end up secrets you couldn't keep.
Victoria LaRochelle
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Victoria LaRochelle
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