I hate the fact i cant bring you up in conversation
I hate the fact i wasn't there
I hate the fact your not here
I hate the fact you left so soon
But
I love the fact that i'll see you soon
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this is nice, diana and hey lets go out some time ok well talk to u later hey what did your mom say about this poem
uhhh thats... QR :D
Queer
queeeeeer diana over and over again
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