I don't need you
No, I don't need you
But gosh, I want you so much
And I really want to make you mine
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
Teenaged Angst
                                        
                                                  I don't need you
No, I don't need you
But gosh, I want you so much
And I really want to make you mine
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                               
                                                  