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Jul 2013
I know what you're telling her
And it's ironic, isn't it?
I mean, I can see the humor.

But it's fine with me
If you keep telling lies
To save yourself some pain.

But you and I both know
The truth of the matter,
Don't we?

And I'd never wish you pain,
But I hope that you're not convincing yourself
That I care anymore.
Insomnimaniac
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Insomnimaniac  New York
(New York)   
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   Claire R
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