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Saturday, July 24, 2010

Real

It’s like you were never there.
My heart’s so cold it doesn’t care.
You were a fool to believe
That I would listen to your plea.
I’m never nice. I never stay
Somewhere that does no more display
Something that which I desire.
Me and my sins should burn in fire.
Don’t think that I’ve never tried.
My patience tested and I’ve cried.
And now I must face the truth.
And this is where I must conclude.

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