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brokenxbeauty

Published: Sep 27, 2006

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We used to be so close,
the best of family.
The two of us,
just you and me.

You knew everything about me,
I thought that I knew you;
But the you I knew was different,
I didn't have a clue.

We were as close, as close could get,
but then it happened, you two split.
And the my trust,
just kind of quit.

How could you?
you lied to me.
When you left,
it made me see.

So many things you'd told me,
were all just stupid lies.
When it was truly official,
I finally opened my eyes.

What happened to us?
what happened to we?
What happened to you?
what happened to me?

Now I haven't got anyone,
nobody I can trust.
Haven't got anyone to tell,
so keep it in I must.

We're not the same now,
although we're still family.
Just not close, not anymore,
not like it used to be.

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debidebdebdeb

Aug 22, 2012

What did I lie about? I didn't. You can trust me with your life.We are not family, but if yu act quickly, we still coud be.
And there is nothing greater than that,that I would want. I want to e married to you again, and a family. HAve fun. Dance, explore the world, take care of,and hold each other, forever

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