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a love that use to be
it went from "i love it when you look at me like that.. come here, you're beautiful."
all the way to "stop fucking staring at me like that." completely acting brand new
talking in a voice i never knew
you'd cut me off, right out of the blue
you'd forgotten about me, and how to stay true
and i just stood there mouth gaping, not knowing what to do..
that's when i knew i lost you.
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:40 am
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