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Apr 2016
Throw your sticks and stones
I've been in this place before
I know how it goes

You lied and used all of me you could
I knew you where lying, but it felt so good

I kept my secrets and mystery
You just became my living fantasy

Someone to make belive with
I know your loves a myth

I'll just play along
I know your song

I'll just pretend
Until it reaches it's inevitable end
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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