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Why don't you see what I am really after? Subtlety was never my strong suit. I used to send nights writing unsigned letters, just to think of what I'd say to you. You make my day, I swear it. You say I won't know you at all. But you don't know I camp on your lawn. It's creepy. You make my day. You say I don't know you at all. I think I've found a hole in your wall. You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever wanted.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
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Why don't you see what I am really after? Subtlety was never my strong suit. I used to send nights writing unsigned letters, just to think of what I'd say to you. You make my day, I swear it. You say I won't know you at all. But you don't know I camp on your lawn. It's creepy. You make my day. You say I don't know you at all. I think I've found a hole in your wall. You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever wanted.
saije-cook
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
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