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Jul 2016
You do this to yourself
If it was just you and me on this earth
You still wouldn't think you were the last girl left
So convinced that it isn't just you
You believe you can hear her breathe
Yelling whose footprints are these
Even though it's you who trail behind me
So blinded by jealously
I've already committed infidelity
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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