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Jan 2016
Do you think this is a game?

Breaking hearts with no shame,
wiping your guilty hands and
doing it all over again.

You take, take,take,
but the weird thing is
you give as well.

You give lies upon lies to
keep yourself up high,
trying to stabilize.

But one day your river will run dry,
and you'll lay in the cracks wondering why.
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AuburnRose
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AuburnRose  Chicago
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