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Sep 2014
I will always remember,
The way you held me tight,
And wished to stay the night,
But.

I hated every moment,
That you thought about,
The girl you can't live without,
Love.
The man I wrote the last one about came and visited me on his birthday, this is all I could think.
Victoria Johnson
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Victoria Johnson
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