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Apr 22
Every lie you say to me,                                                              ­                          
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every infidelity,                                                      ­                                              
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taints another memory                                                           ­                           
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 and you are slowly killing me                                                               ­                                       
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You have filled my heart with hate,                                                            ­                              
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every time you come home late,                                                            ­          
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  my heart & head has to debate,                                                          ­              
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  you always end up second rate                                                             ­       
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Why didn't you just walk away?                                                            ­              
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  ­How can you treat me this way?                                                             ­     
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  You want your cake & eat it too,                                                             ­   
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 and **** you got a big, sweet tooth                                                        
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She didn't take you away from me,                                                              ­
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I will give you to her, gladly                                                           ­                     
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then I will sit back just to see,                                                             ­               
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what happens when she becomes like me
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
64
   Kalliope
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