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Sep 2017
I don't believe you when you talk to me.
Cause you do different things.
And, I find it hard to fake interest.
So, I just left.

And, I think about you sometimes.
Remembering.
You've never told the truth.
Just whatever would make you feel better.
You're probably sad.

Go rely on someone else.
I don't have the time.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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