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Aug 2011
How could it be
that you just played with me
you act like you don't regret
ademas you won that stupid bet
you left me here all alone
and now I can't help but feel prone
open to the impurities
and scrutiny of love
and look what I've become
a horrible sight to see
but this is what you have done to me
only a product of bad loven
I wrote this for a very close family member who was crushed after a break up.
joel juanes
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