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Mar 2011
You ask me what's wrong
And I lie to you.

I can't tell you the truth
Because my problem is you.

You're tearing me apart
Bit by bit.

And you have no idea
How it's killing me.

Every day there's a smile on my face
But it's fake.

You'll never know
And that's what hurts the most.
And that's what kills
Molly Claire
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