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Jul 2013
I don't get mad much
But when you want to be babied
And comfortable

You will never live life
No matter how many moments
You pretend

That he is the only one
That he wont let love
Slip away

Because you think that this
Excuse for a real relationship
Will work

Keep that heart locked too tight
It will one day be broken
And you

Will remember the silly bashful boy
Who actually gave a flying ****
About you
Matt Walsh
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