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Diary About You Love Credit


Saranghanda geojitmal
Sunday, December 26, 2010 2:11 PM | 2:11 PM | 0 comments


Lies , T-ara :)

It used to be love.
Love that has gone cold.
You're very mean. You're very bad.
That's why I end up crying this way.