slambehindthecurtainscholorship
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Trusting does not come easily to me.
I build walls that are twenty feet high.
But if you stick it out through all of my tests,
i've listened to it more times than i can count,
but who's to say that i'm wrong.
what you can see is the fading memory of me in a song.
why can't i be true, why do you have to love
please i'm begging you run away