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Nov 2013
Lie, we all do sometimes
Die, we all will eventually
Cry, myself to sleep
spy, for the weak and insecure

Love, he's the only one
Dove, the many on our wedding day

Cell, the holding place of my love
Sell my soul to the Devil
Just to see his face

Accepted, something i will never be
Alone, always alone in this world
Dying to see his face again
Missing the way our bodies trembled
when we kissed
Lips meeting in a beautiful lie
Deception is all he dreams about
At night we stay in bed, holding each other so close
but we are so far apart
BaileyBuckels
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BaileyBuckels  in my house on a streat
(in my house on a streat)   
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