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Sep 2013
I think of your love sometimes,
and it makes me sad.
I think of your touch sometimes,
and it makes me sad.
I want to be over it,
need to be over it,
but I'm not.
And that makes me sad.
You make me sad.
Janelle Nicole
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Janelle Nicole  24/F/Virginia
(24/F/Virginia)   
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   Robert Ueda
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