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Love confessions of a teenage dramatic emotionalistWritten at 16 years old I got a heart of gold And I wish that You were mine Under so much pressure All i think is how to get with you Crying to friends on the phone They maybe sick of me now Some always can't help the invadin Vermin can't you bullies stay out of it I don't even know you I feel dearly loved by you Hey I Am Ooooh Madly in love Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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