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Denying

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LithiumJones

Published: Aug 26, 2010

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Did you think those late night phone calls
Were only to hear your voice?
Did you think the tears that fell
Were because you hurt me?
What, did you think I cared about you?
Did you think I loved you?
No, silly girl, they were not for you.
It was all a silly game,
A game of pain.
Don't let this go to your head,
These tears did not fall for you...
And the pain you caused.

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