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Feb 2010
My
guilt-
stricken
sighs
made
the
air
real
dry

I
told
you
not
to
breathe in
for
these
next
few
lies
are
the
ones
you
should
believe in

Where
I went,
we've
never
been

Doesn't
matter
what
but
who
I
did

I
guess
I am
not
worth
the drama
anymore

It's
been
pretend
worth
an Oscar
after
all
Now
let
me
go
get
my role
Written by
Ochre
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