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I Love

i love it when hes sweet i hate it when hes not but the most thing i love is when hes mine there are two of him mine and hers... sometimes i cant tell the difference between him and...him i know that sounds crazy but... thats just how it goes... i love him when hes mine hate him when hes hers i love it when he whispers in my ear "i love you" i hate when he does that to her cant someone get me out of this? well there is someone but hes not here... he lives far away...

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