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4d
If he was who I thought he was
He’d be different than he is
He never tried to fool me
Or pretend
He’s good and true and real
But it don’t matter because
He’s not who I thought he was
I suppose I’ll never be free
From the tricks I play on me
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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