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Feb 2010
Putting up my trust.
I put it in your hands.
I left the girl I love.
To explore forgotten lands.

But you dropped my trust.
You dug your boot into it.
You want the girl I left.
You sent me into a fit.

So ******* hard.
You backstabbing *****.
You want her? Fine.
But you still make me sick.
Written by
Dean Bonsignore
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   WM Marino
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