Dear Diary,
Things were going fine
He said all the right things, at all the right times
I never once doubted his love or his words
But I've soon come to see, that maybe I trusted to soon
I've trusted too many words he's said or perhaps,
The words he hasnt said
I keep falling in this trap
I keep falling for all these games
When will it all stop
When will all
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