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Playing with the heart
What I thought was true is now a lie.
What I thought was real is now a fake.
What I felt for you is still the same
as I feel for you now.
Everything that I've said
and felt for you was true.
Never once was any of it a fake.
But, for you this was nothing but, a silly old game.
~~~~~~~~
You had played me so well;
you'd must of done it before.
You had left my mind and heart
...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:13 pm
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