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Oct 2009
Don't hate me; love me.
please, don't throw me out, like yesterday's news; keep me.
I'm the only one that has to look the mirror in the eye.
Every morning, that reflection will not lie...
And still I meet my own gaze.
I will easily live up to everything, I could and should be!
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RandaRue
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