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Mar 2015
It went from playing it cool
To getting played like a fool
No broken rules
But the rule was to not forget
And to not fall out of it
Or wake up from it
I deemed it permanent
But you weren't meant for it
Your choice not mine
Your choice I'm keeping my time
I tripped on this and then I looked in the mirror took a Xanax
And I don't trip on the little **** anymore
SydneyAnn
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