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November 27 love_______0000000000000_______0000000000000________ ______000000000000000000__000000000000000000______ ____000000000000000000000000000000000000000000____ ___00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000___ __0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000__ __00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000_ _000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000_ _000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000_ _000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000_ _000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000_ __0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000__ ___00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000___ _____0000000000000000000000000000000000000000_____ _______000000000000000000000000000000000000_______ __________000000000000000000000000000000__________ _____________0000000000000000000000000____________ _______________00000000000000000000_______________ __________________000000000000000_________________ ____________________0000000000____________________ ______________________000000______________________ _______________________0000_______________________ ________________________00________________________ ________________________ 0 ________________________ Love is when you can't sleep because you can't stop thinking about them. Love is when you can't talk because you're afraid you're going to say something stupid. Love is when you barely move because you're scared you will do something dumb. Love is when you stare at the phone for hours hoping that they'll call. Love is when the only thing that makes you feel better is their smile. Love is when people can say anything to you or about you and you just don't care. Love is when you get online and you sit there for hours and wait for their annoying sound so you can finally talk to them. Love is when you find someone that you can tell everything and you're sure they won't make fun of you. Love is when you can just wake up and have makeup running down your face from crying and they'll still say you're beautiful. Love is when they would do anything to see you smile. Love is when they're dying and the last thing they want is to hear your voice one last time. Love is when every song reminds you of them. Love is the scar across your chest when you loose it... Comments (2)
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