This Tastes French

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Suck It.

And even though I've moved on,
Found someone who treats me right
(Better than you)
Keeps things simple
Answers my questions
Would never ignore me
And doesn't crush my heart


I can't help but miss your insanity.
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