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don't sell your heart,

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Monday, April 20, 2009

Not a good subject.

You are beautiful. A lot of girls want to be with you. You have a girlfriend and you're letting them down, the girls, I mean. We're close friends, but I can't tell you any of it. Because I am one of them. I am the one who wants you. But I will never play that game. Ever. And thank you for being such a good boy. For not letting me play.

Lovelovelove.

don't say we're not meant to be.