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Jan 2015
My name is only spoken in hushed voices and whispers,
And our intimacy is hidden behind closed doors and secrets.
Because I'm not the girl you wanna be with,
I'm just the girl who's good enough to sleep with.
But I allow myself to believe the lies,
Because being naive is always prettier than the truth.
So I let myself be the whisper of the truth,
And that 3am call of loneliness.
Sarah DeeSarah
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Sarah DeeSarah  Chicago
   Weeping willow and Eudora
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