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I'm Sorry, It Runs In The Family

The way your lips use to feel on mine it seemed like we stopped time The way I felt when we were intertwined I knew that you were mine They way things use to be I know I ruined it but I can't stop from doing it I hate this feeling that I have... I can't take it I know I'm being over dramatic but I just can't stop from thinking it You got to close so I had to drift away I thought about you when I left but I knew it was for the best I couldn't take that you could see the real me but I left before you could hurt me so now I'm on to the next You knew that I was insecure and scared but you never knew that I really did care
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alyssa-deane
American
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Nov 21, 2011
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