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Jun 2011
False emotions run adrift putting on quite a skit.
Lies and truths no longer plain.
Nothing is left at all the same.
Everything falls apart left with little to restart.
This love game was cruel to all forcing one to make the call.
Throw in the towels on this tragic match.
Shut the lid, lock the latch.
Hide away everything you had.
Left to feel both lonely and mad.
Written by
Emily Coon
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