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dear love,
i dont understand why its so hard to find you when youre always thrown in my face. I listen to you on the radio, see you on the tv and even see you when i drive down the street, where the hell are you?
love,
rina*
i dont understand why its so hard to find you when youre always thrown in my face. I listen to you on the radio, see you on the tv and even see you when i drive down the street, where the hell are you?
love,
rina*
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