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Willingly TrappedI'm sick and tiredOf feeling this way, I wish that I could find A way to run away. You tell me nothing Of how you feel; Leave me confused, Held under your heal. And then I find out The truth about you, Yet still I remain Willingly, under your shoe. I can only say Without brag or boast, That if you don't take a chance On me, it's your loss. |
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