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Oct 2015
I found my problem.
I want to wait for love
   because I've been traumatized.
The one time I came close
   I was blind sided.
All the little things in life add up as I keep them inside.
I realize why I was mad at him.
He gave my number to another guy.
But that's how the first round began.
I start talking to them everyday,
   innocent enough.
But having someone to talk to is enough.
   i grow dependent on that listening ear,
      on the one that is there when no one seems to be.
When he gave out my number it provided an opportunity to fall again.
But this one is worse
   and he isn't afraid to hide it.
Help me save me from myself
   before I fall again
      before I break again.
Written by
Elena Martinescu
383
     Lior Gavra, Cecil Miller and SPT
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