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Mar 21
Someone loves me.
Who you?
Someone thinks of me daily, constantly.
Who you?
I'm just asking.

Because your name constantly mentions in friends' discussion.
To the point I think it an intrusion.
Soe says, it's my illusion.

Someone adores me.
Who you?
Someone in my dreams, my fantasies, and even more.
So, I am asking.
When they say you close by.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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