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SAHazelnut

Published: Mar 15, 2008

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I like you

Then I don't

I fall for you

Then I don't

I can't wait to hear for you

Then I don't

I feel so close to you

Then I don't

I wish I could make my mind about you

Then I don't

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Brandacelynn

Jan 14, 2014

I definitely relate, nice write.

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