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loverz116

Published: Feb 25, 2010

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_{i know he thinks IHATEHIM and the reality is IWANTHIM but i'm just a NUCLEARBOMB waiting to explode his OXYGENTANKOFLOVE up whether i want it or not and i want a HAPPYENDING with him but the end is already here}

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i don't get it. but i like it enough to post it.
i think i'll never get this. thank you lovelies.

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6nine-eyes9

Feb 28, 2010

sort of desperating

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