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My Complaints of the world

I hate you, I hate life, I hate me. Now as the gust of wind blows her hair across her face. she learned how to dance finger tips across his lips, but never mine. Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? I think I better call it all quits....

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I need you like a heart needs a beat I need you like a heart needs a beat, I need you like the earth needs the o-zone layer, I need you like people need blood, I need you like Red needs Yellow to make Orange. But I want you too. I want you. ...