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Mar 2012
I'm tired of all the rules
I know who I love
Or is it just who I want to touch?
I'll never have her
It's all pretend between she and I
She knows
I know
Every mistake welling up
She told me
And reminded herself
Of her vows
I watched her go
We all walk through that door
It's just that I'm dying now
But I have to live with it
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   Febronia Ventura
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