Fools

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I hate to still hoping
Getting my hopes up for nothing
To a person who let me hanging
A person who left me bruising
A person who said he is loving
But his act make me crying
He said he is caring
5 minutes after he is hurting
Iam asking for cudlling
But he just pretending
I thinking and realizing
Im too precious to keep holding

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