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Jan 2011
I can pretend until I'm dead,
But we both know,
I'm in over my head.

Now you've gone off to bed,
And we both know,
There's nothing left to be said.

We can pretend,
But we both know,
I'm in way over my head.
Joseph Kernozek
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Joseph Kernozek  40/M/New York
(40/M/New York)   
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