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He holds my hips In his large hands I am not small He makes me feel Like I am I am afraid Of leaving This man He seems to be My perfect mate Who am I But a subject to fate? I told him no Don't follow me Is that even What I believe Anymore?
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
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He holds my hips In his large hands I am not small He makes me feel Like I am I am afraid Of leaving This man He seems to be My perfect mate Who am I But a subject to fate? I told him no Don't follow me Is that even What I believe Anymore?
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
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