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Jun 2014
She is like a lamb
sweet, innocent, and pure.
How did someone like her,
become a friend to me?
...
You've gotten to know me,
as I have you.
But I'm keeping a secret,
one from you.
Cause my intentions,
at first
weren't so pure.
...
What you do not know is,
I like girls.
Nameless
Written by
Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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