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SeRgIoN (Hate Me)


Love


now that i'm feeling sad over here
u're somewhere happy with somebody there
life is now in depression with full of tension
relief u're feeling 2 be out of our relation

i'm bad very much mad
u always just becomes so much sad
Hate_Me my love forever & always
i'll be remembering u in life diferent ways

Hate_Me forever i know u will
wish i could to commit myself kill
i'm not sad i'm happy my love
he's best than me to give u truelove

be happy forever stay with joy
forget this man a bad bad man
Hate_Me always forever my love
u r my 1st and the last love

u r my 1st n the last love

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2008

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  • Saskia Harjono (5/9/2008 11:19:00 AM)

    1st love is a chapter in life, and don't lose hopes on finding another great love in life. A good poem! (Report) Reply

  • marvin brato (5/9/2008 5:49:00 AM)

    c'mon man you will soon get over it, just like many of us! Be glad she found another man to love, another heart to break! Sad but true, love does hurts! High marks. (Report) Reply

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