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I liar, that’s what I am
I roll my dice from in my hand
I sit upon my throne
Forged from pain
broken promises, pretty lies
They’re all the same
traction, I’m unable to gain
I’m slowly slipping into my old ways
I was getting better
Now it’s worse
Every Name I hear, I curse
But hers’
I cannot do that
she is perfect
she is sweet
I lay my life at her feet
...Wednesday 11th May 2016 4:00 pm
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