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Confused

You holding me
I’m so confused
Pondering, thinking
Not knowing what to do
We laugh and joke
We sit and smoke
But on the other end
You text, press send
The one who has
You on a string
Making me feel
So weird about this fling
She has no idea
Just say see ya
Until then I’m closed
Standing awkward, posed

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