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| Just a note about this piece. It is terribly ironic. i wrote it for..and dedicated it to Autumn. i am sure there are those who will know of whom i speak. It turned out that the behaviour this piece addressed described HER precisely. We had a history together..or so i thought. She turned out to be the deceiver and hurt me more than any of the men had up til then or since. i loved her, i trusted her, i even vouched for her. i still cannot believe it. And so, it is appropriate that this piece was, and remains devoted to her. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| One SOB After Another by zandra |
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| They lie to us
They deceive us They tell us to trust them They say they shouldn't be held liable for their brother's crime |
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| We struggle
We question We attempt to protect ourselves We try to use good sense, to see the flags. |
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| Pay attention to the signs, our friends say
Be cautious Be prudent Take Your time |
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| We want to believe
We want to trust again We want this one to be THE One We succumb |
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It doesn't really take that long for the truth to surface.
But by then, We have fallen They are liars, deceivers. It is their way. When will We learn? |
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