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Apr 2018
I don't remember how to breathe
It's mostly best if I could leave
How could I still believe
I was told "C'est la vie"
I'm always known as naive
You never failed to deceive
I really thought you'd help relieve
I was never able to perceive
Until I realized
You're make-believe
Written by
Emmabombe
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