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Feb 16
So much to give
No one to give it to
Tearing myself apart
Wasn’t good enough for you
You live for the chase
I just wanted something true
I opened up my heart
You decided we were through

To you there’s no fun in winning
You crave the adrenaline of the race
And once you’ve passed the finish line
You let the prize go to waste
You spun me like a record
You played me like a tape
Silly me for believing
I couldn’t be replaced
Erica Girone
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Erica Girone  27/F/Pennsylvania
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