An unfaithful insider,
who's not been set free.
A lie meant unharmful,
intentions an armful.
Why wouldn't he listen to me?
I wanted to know,
but he wouldn't let go.
And now I've created a mess.
I want him to trust me;
can't handle him not to...
I could not love any less.
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boooooooooooo that poem sucked
...but i knew what you were talkin about
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