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Monday, June 6, 2011. When is my turn? To baby finally she found someone in her life. Its not easy to make big decision will bring us. One step closer to future. But everyone got to accept thats one day. Weall goin through this believe me even im afraid of it. So when you found someone make you. Smile everyday,make you anger everyday. Make your life up side down,make you cry. Make you happy,make some jokes everyday. Believe me hes the one. Appreciate whos love you ignored what people say. Di mule kn d.CONTENT
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