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Sep 2011
You don't want to be a good guy.
But baby you are.
You want to hurt me with your words.
Yet your eyes glisten like the stars.
You want me to go away.
Your heart screams for me to stay.
This isn't recess,
I'm not down to play the games.
Written by
Kiara McNeil  122/F/usa.
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