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 You told me I was pretty. You told me I was smart. You tell
me everything your not. You let yourself down when infact
you are those things. You prech to me about me being pretty
when you should be doing the same thing but your not.
Posted: 2005-08-02 22:43:16 UTC
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2005-12-31 16:43:58wishing_on_stars
This is very good.