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May 8
She’s never felt real love.
Always been surrounded by jerks.
Every guy plays with her heart,
Coz it is too exposed,
She wears it on her sleeves.

Don’t mistaken me for a book keeper,
It ain’t your numbers I want,
It’s you.
Just you.
It has always been you.

Betrayal, you’ve been through.
Betrayed, you’ve been.
But betray, I shall not.

How can I be a star, playing your heart?
Darryl M
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