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Another Day


These days are strange,

Everyday I wake with a new pain.

At times I dont know how to feel.

I look at you, you keep me sane, is it okay if I use your name in vain?

I feel fooled, like i'm being played.

When i'm in your arms these thoughts are shamed.

You're cold which makes me insane,

I love you,

This is a game.

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