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Sep 2018
We're flying
Your lying
I can't take it anymore
You call me a *****
I stare at you in disbelief
Moods turn to grief
We reach the ground
You turn around
Follow me with your head down
I try to leave you behind
You beg me to forgive you of your crimes
I shake my head
Your heart turns to lead
I try not to cry
You look at me dead in the eyes
"Your dead to me" you yell
I slowly fall down in a deep dark well
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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