Dream of Love
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Everyone has that moment in life that they get rejected. I'm going through one of those now. My biggest crush turned down my offer of dating me so I decided to write poems cause I know she likes them. Yes I said she, I'm Bi. Anyway after giving her about 7 poems I just gave up. So instead of wasting her time with giving her poems I'll give it out to any romantic who needs a good script to get your girl/guy back. Feel free to take any of them just ask first. Basically poems and songs and conversations I've had with her so if your still interested do read comment like. Do what you wanna just don't judge. Thank you and enjoy.
~MentalBaby~
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