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Jun 2015
you want me when you can't have me
but you could care less when I'm actually free

When we talked, it was with ease, a breezy air
and now you really don't seem to care
you're just using me and it's so unfair

You used to show me how to be myself
Now who do I go to to cry out for help?
This is worse than being put on the shelf.
AJ Scott
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