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Every couple of days. She comes around. She claims to not like me. She looks the other way. When she needs me She knows where to find me. Reaching with open arms. When no one is around she professes her love. There is no other. She breaks my heart. The start of another week. She claims to not like me. She calls late night. Apologizing for what she's done. I never felt so bad. It's coming to an end. In another couple of days. Things'll be back the same. The same old same old. Both our selfish ways. She knows where to find me. I have no clue where she is
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Every Other Blues For Slow-Hand Willi Washington
Every couple of days. She comes around. She claims to not like me. She looks the other way. When she needs me She knows where to find me. Reaching with open arms. When no one is around she professes her love. There is no other. She breaks my heart. The start of another week. She claims to not like me. She calls late night. Apologizing for what she's done. I never felt so bad. It's coming to an end. In another couple of days. Things'll be back the same. The same old same old. Both our selfish ways. She knows where to find me. I have no clue where she is
kewayne-wadley
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
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