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You can lie or should I say you can try, not with me, for I can see on the inside. I'm like the ******* spy for the FBI, as always I'll end up the one to cry. What's so bad you don't even know you made me so sad.  Really thought you would prove me wrong, nope, you said so long. Going to give it up for your fairweathers, I'd rather be your Forever. You will see in the end, who is still standing by your side. The one that truly wants to be your ride or die. So here's your cue, no amount of making up to, do you have already shown me that you couldn't even wait a half a moon. That's the thing we will see soon.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
White Lies
You can lie or should I say you can try, not with me, for I can see on the inside. I'm like the ******* spy for the FBI, as always I'll end up the one to cry. What's so bad you don't even know you made me so sad.  Really thought you would prove me wrong, nope, you said so long. Going to give it up for your fairweathers, I'd rather be your Forever. You will see in the end, who is still standing by your side. The one that truly wants to be your ride or die. So here's your cue, no amount of making up to, do you have already shown me that you couldn't even wait a half a moon. That's the thing we will see soon.
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38/F/Florida
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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