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Apr 2014
I've been to tired to speak
whats the sense
when all you do is judge me
I've been to tired to meet your cerulean eyes
for one look
and I'll be wishing you wanted me
I've been to tired to follow you
your musky scent so strong
but it's all wrong
you'll only leave me with grief
April
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