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I'm tired of this game, This late night game, I don't want to play -- I know I shouldn't play. But you make me feel Like I'm being looked at, Not laughed at, like I'm Beautiful, **** for the First time in forever. I don't want to play, Yet I keep initiating it. I want to be the one you Hold in your heart, but I'm the pictures on your Phone, and it sure as hell Isn't me you're holding.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
It's 3 A.M., Want To Play?
I'm tired of this game, This late night game, I don't want to play -- I know I shouldn't play. But you make me feel Like I'm being looked at, Not laughed at, like I'm Beautiful, **** for the First time in forever. I don't want to play, Yet I keep initiating it. I want to be the one you Hold in your heart, but I'm the pictures on your Phone, and it sure as hell Isn't me you're holding.
I'm sorry I'm not enough to be more than pictures on your phone, and words in your ear.
WickedHope
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
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