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Jun 2014
I question your interest, after a week
My horizons broaden, after a while
Stop me if you’ve heard this before?

Exactly how honest am I expected to be?
Because I wouldn’t mind keeping some for myself
I’m not on this.
It doesn’t feel, well… Like anything.
And what good is that?

I can’t…
If a man…
I’m sorry.

I’ve kinda said it before but I’ll say it again
I can’t,
If a man shows so little interest in me
No hard feelings.
Quisha
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