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by Erin   Jun 29, 2006


Love. What could it be? It is something so special that no one can see. It is in the air for everyone to share. But why is it that every guy just doesn't seem to care? He either is looking for some action or something to bone. I want someone who can love me and talk to me for hours on the phone. Someone who isn't just looking for a piece of @$$. Someone who truly wants something to last. I know I may be young and things wont always come to me. But why am I always hurt why does it always have to be? I will keep searching for the right guy. I prob. wont find him until the day I die.

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