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Love Again?When I wake up in the middle of the night You're the one in my mind's eye You're all I ever think about nowadays I miss you when you're too far away.Love Again?
Oh damn love, damn Cupid! All this talk is making me stupid! Look at this poem, what's it about? That crazy little thing called love.
Ugh, I've never written anything so cheesy Your fault really, look what you're doing to me! I've been driven to Wiki-ing your country And it's all because you're so dear to me.
Why do you have to be so damn cute? Why does Cupid have bad aim and it's me he shoots? &nb


Chronicles of a Party Girlfalling asleep on the dance floor never knew just what i stood for everything got lost and burned left in the charrings of my universeChronicles of a Party Girl
round and round and round i go farther from everything that i know ecstasy breathing till i fall wildly spinning, uncontrollable
running high on cold clear liquid faster and faster can't keep up speed the room is hazy and my head is shot it's crowded in here and i feel lost
one more drink till i am numb someone has to drive me home i'm knocked out, not a kid anymore not the one from the night before.
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people never fail to surprise me
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Im A Tiny Bit Addicted.
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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Memories are perceived realities stored in the depths of our minds.
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