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Published: Apr 18, 2010

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i absolutely

L

O

V
              (how)
Everything
you do you

blame on
me

even-

when you and i

and they and we both
              know.

its your fault.

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EatingMyOwnFears

Apr 23, 2010

lol this is great!

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