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YouInventedMe

Published: Apr 21, 2008

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what I'd really like
is someone who won't make me
feel ashamed to feel

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edit: not one, but two, people noticed, within the last 12 hours, that I had an extra syllable in the last line of the original version. my thanks for the heads up and corrections suggestions.