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Kile Blair Liar It's tough to speak to you to listen to what you say, it's all bull and it's always been that way. i think you're taking a drug it's addictive, and it makes you lie like a rug. why did you have to be a liar? why did you have to be a lie? why did you have to be a liar? or 'cause you wanted to? When i speak to you you know I know you know it's all a lie I saw you one day. You said you were going away. You were moving to New England, and thats where you wanted to stay. Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Poetry |
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