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Apr 2013
I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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