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May 2014
I want you in my life,
but talking to you cuts me like a knife.

I restrain myself from spilling,
save myself from the person I'm
        killing.

I miss when we talked everyday,
even when it was about that loser
        that played.

You're the first good guy to want me in
        his life,
and I had to go and cut you like a
        knife.
Danni
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Danni
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