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relationships hurt
Here we go again with the same old lines,
But every time we speak it just declines.
So I put up a hard round shell,
And pretend that I feel all so well.
You tell me to trust you,
But I am afraid it is well overdue.
The times when we spoke,
Were a good old joke,
But then it turned all so serious,
And I became more mysterious.
I wish we could go back in ti...
Saturday 9th July 2016 4:39 pm
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