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Feb 2018
Her story is always the same
She tells me all her lies
She claims to think I'm perfect
And I believe her every time

Alone at night she calls
And I always run her way
She uses me for her selfish wants
And leaves me begging her to stay

I know I'm second place
But at this point I don't mind
I worship the ground she walks on
And her using me is fine
Midnight
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Midnight  20/F/PA
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