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Aug 2019
I sat and watched the water drain
It reminded me again
Of a time when I was frail
My soul was on fire
Not for lack of trying to make a decision
I’m listening to your disses
And something’s ******* me off
We fought and we fought
I catch wind of a lot
Of indiscretion
Oh it was less than desirable
Because I stoke the fire
I stole what made you admire me
Oh distancing myself from you
And more into another direction
Something is still keeping me here
Listen my dear,
It’s not me, it’s you
Written by
Bec  25/F/Indiana
(25/F/Indiana)   
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