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Don't Ask Me How I'm Doing
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Dread.
I want to talk to you like we use to talk. I want to laugh with you. I want to touch you. I want to love you. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you.
Damn, I want to be with you
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