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Dec 2014
It's like happily falling off a cliff.
The love you give me is a gift.
The love you give me is a curse.
I'm always expecting the worst.
I can always have a real smile.
**** doesn't it stay a while.
I just can't fight this feeling.
Dear won't you open my heart up for healing,
Darling won't you be mine.
Shelby DiPatrizio
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Shelby DiPatrizio
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