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Mar 2014
You sit alone
A thousand miles away,
A fake, cold drone
You aren’t worth the things I say.

You won’t remain
In my life love has run dry,
This old disdain
This constant question of why.

You will pretend
Try to care and fail so quick,
This is the end
You fake, heartless, selfish *****.
Duplicate Virus
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Duplicate Virus  Michigan
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