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Oct 2016
Don't tell me you don't like it
When I pull your hair
Don't tell me you don't like it
When I act like I don't care
Your vacant stare shows the truth
You disguise behind your eyes
The ecstacy I give to you
As shallow as your lies.
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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