Mending Heart

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Everyday dealing with you is like dealing with greif,How did our marriage amount to this?One thing I can say is that you got way to comfortable.If you thought I was a hoe, why you pick me in the first place?If you thought I was inconsistent why di
They tell me you love me They tell me you want me That you'd even die for me So that I'd believe You wisper sweet love to me Knowing it'll set me free But in my dispare Do you really care?
or those damn, bitter lies. I don't need your fake love, or my damn, tearful cries. I'm tired of those sleepless nights, your constant lowly sighs, I will never ever find your love, No, not in your eyes.
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