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Mar 2015
I was your shoulder
When you leaned over and you touched me
You leaned over and you pressed me
Pressed against me and you told me
You wanted to be here with me
So we fell asleep like this was routine
Don’t preach to me
The words you lying
Nothing was the truth but the times you were *******
I hate what’s happening,
Your actions confuse the hell out of me
But I knew this all along
Im ashamed I fooled myself
Written by
Shelley  New York
(New York)   
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