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Booky-TrueIdentities

Published: Jan 2, 2011

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It's so hard to believe;
It's so obvious, yet you can't see...
See that every time I say I'm fine,
It's nothing and not important,
That I'm lying, I'm afraid.
I can't lose you, not yet,
I've only just started loving you.

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Jan 20, 2011

I can relate to this

I feel the hurt and pain you write

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