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Discovering My Inside

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natirey7

Published: Jan 12, 2012

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Literature Text

I don't want to die
         I need to live
I don't want to leave
         I have to stay
I don't want to be alone
         But I need to find myself first
I don't like you
         I Love you

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Jan 13, 2012

mmm i love it!

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