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By Allie - August 25, 2013
Only I know the lies I've told
When asked the questions, I always withhold
The truth is, he's always on my mind
My excuses, however, seem to play on time
This feeling will likely fade, and become a part of the past
Until then, please let the time between our next encounter fly fast
The truth is, he's always on my mind
My excuses, however, seem to play on time
This feeling will likely fade, and become a part of the past
Until then, please let the time between our next encounter fly fast
- Allie
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