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Jan 2015
I promised myself I'd stop chasing you I'm my dreams but I see you frequently in places I shouldn't
prime example: his arms
I know can't keep filling myself with ***** to wash out the taste of your love
and I shouldn't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you
and baby of course I don't love him,
but he's here and you're not so tell me what else am I supposed to do?
Written by
Kassadie Spencer  Petoskey|Mi|
(Petoskey|Mi|)   
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   Kate Irons
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