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Jun 2014
Alone and confused, once more I find myself.
All to easily they get bored and put me back on the shelf
My angers subsided,
By your sweet words, my heart was so easily guided
So easily played,
I just wish you'd stayed.
No reason, no clue,
Only in silence do I stew.
Seasonelle
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