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Nov 2014
I'm waiting by the phone
For a call that never comes
I'll sit here in the silence
With my broken heart, so numb

It's when you act like it's alright
I know that nothing's fine
You can try to tell your lies
But you were never really mine

Those three little words
Thrown around so much
Have they lost their meaning?
They've lost their euphoric rush

I want to beg, down on my knees
But I will never stoop to that level
I'll keep my pride and carry on
No matter how I may tremble
Tiffany
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Tiffany  21/F/North Carolina
(21/F/North Carolina)   
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