I’m starting to notice a terrible trend, Regarding the way that I pick my men: I fall for the charms, Ignore the alarms, And tend to be hurt in the end. The guys around me are often quite grown, A handful of them can sure make me moan… Don’t even know why I talk to these guys, Guess I don’t wanna be alone? When was the last time I think I felt love? (Aside from my Julie, angel from above!) It’s gotta be Em! I really miss them- The two of us fit like a glove. -snm
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