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Oct 2016
I knew you were setting me up
to say the things you wanted to hear

I haven't moved on
He's no one special
I miss you

My heart can see through the manipulation
A little game you play
to stroke your ego
How much deeper
did you want to cut me
this time?

**He is someone special
Lourdes Luna
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Lourdes Luna  California
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