Madness
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"Tell me that you need me cause I love you so much... Tell me that you love me cause I need you so much. Don't go I can't do this on my own" "If I let you in, you'll just want out." Four boys, one girl. Two good friends, the others both after the same girl. Their life is mad. Two assholes who Kaitlyn can't decide between two. It started out with just a one night stand and lingered to a fling. Having to deal with emotions that never left. How does it come to this, it has became the best of her and she can't sleep. If it's what you call love it's really war... it never ends.
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