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Mar 2014
When ever the clock gets to 11:11:11
I make a wish
I'm superstitious
I know this now.

It's always something about love
always about pain of losing someone
Of leaven your Lonely heart Broken on the floor
I wish at 11:11:11 for you to come back but that won't happen
BaileyBuckels
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BaileyBuckels  in my house on a streat
(in my house on a streat)   
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