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It's 4:16 am, still staring at you.   We talked, we argue, I stayed, you changed..   I was your first while you were my third.   The man above knows that you're the king in my queen of heart, but the man above also knows that you're the joker in my queen of heart. Pathetic how it seems, for me to stay, for me to give three chances for you to let me go whenever you want to... But show me one last time, then maybe, just maybe, I will learn how to let go.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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It's 4:16 am, still staring at you.   We talked, we argue, I stayed, you changed..   I was your first while you were my third.   The man above knows that you're the king in my queen of heart, but the man above also knows that you're the joker in my queen of heart. Pathetic how it seems, for me to stay, for me to give three chances for you to let me go whenever you want to... But show me one last time, then maybe, just maybe, I will learn how to let go.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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