All that I needed you to be, you could not be..
Until you were gone, in the arms of someone new..
Gave to her what you did not give to me..
Said it was because, she gave you what
I could not be..
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All that I needed you to be, you could not be..
Until you were gone, in the arms of someone new..
Gave to her what you did not give to me..
Said it was because, she gave you what
I could not be..
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2b2b2 says: Potent Petit piece....thanks for sharing!poems by this commentor
Smoking that Trump.....
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Brownchildt says: Thank you |
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