Starstrucked
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i never really loved the song until i heard you sing.
Me and my girls lived for each other's, we had diferente tastes in everything but all that connected us.
Adrianne and Jessica were all about the music world and their love for a band, I was not into it as much as they were.
Till he got in the picture, my world made a spin, for the worse and for the better.
Love was the last thing I expected to feel for him.
Love can always
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