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I Love It, I Hate It

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Collateral-Damage666

Published: Feb 26, 2011

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I love it when
I see you smile.

I love it when
I hear you laugh.

I love it when
You let me hug you.

I love it when
You let me kiss you.

I hate it when
I find you crying alone.

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tanuawana

Feb 26, 2011

love this one...
awsm..

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