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Dec 2017
I keep giving you shots,
but you're just drinking them all,
You try getting me mad.
Hoping that I'll fall.
But every time you get sad
you accidentally confess a lie
Feeling my hurt in silence
Trying to help you get by
I love your pretty lies, please don't confess the ugly truth.
C
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C  19/F
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