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Apr 2014
The way you talk about her makes me want to sigh.
The way you talk about her makes me want to cry.
The way you talk about her makes me want to die.

The way I've seen you talk about me makes me sigh.
The way I've seen you talk about me makes me cry.
The way I've seen you talk about me may make me go goodbye.
So I fell for this girl and she became my life, my best friend, and everything. Then she became only a ghost of the past to me. She still haunts me in my life, she haunts me in my dreams, and I can't get her out of my ****** head.
Sam Conrad
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Sam Conrad
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