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a closed heart

a heart who's been torn to pieces may close its doors for good reason

 

They may be tired of ones manipulation and change of mind like a picky son of a gun

 

when you could have something you can trust and not a liar who tells you false truths about him

 

well why dont you come and tell him who did this so he can face man to man liar against the a honest man

 

He expose you like the fraud you are

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Mar 14, 2013
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