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Dec 2014
You’re not who I made you out to be,
You make the pain drag along so slowly.
I look around with fear and distraught,
If only I’d ever let you get caught.
The way you play with my mind and emotions,
It’s as if life is an everyday motion.
Trust is not something easily gained,
Because of you, I’m always strained.
You haunt me and I wish you’d stop,
Remember, I could call the cop.
What you did was illegal, you see?
But I want to just forget, and go back to being me.
why did you do this to me?
Drifting Down
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