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May 2014
You show me unconditional love,
I will show you unbearable pain.
Every body thinking its a game,
In all reality; its such a shame,
Broken hearts; what's the gain?
Love is Love we are all the same.
Thanks to Cupid; wish he had better aim.
Guess I have my self to blame
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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