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This has nothing to do with The Bet and the Dare, just something I wrote. I should have the next chapter out tonight though. Thanks for reading. :)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Dirty Truth of Love I climbed the mountain, and I ran back down How do I always end up on your side of town Why do I seek you? Why do I crave you? Why do I need you when I can't even take you You made me fall, but I got back up Three weeks later and I'm still looking down a cup One week more and I see you with her, Give me five and it'll just be a blur A haze of sex, a mist of smoke One more hit and its all just a joke One more drink and the thought I can take Even if my strength is all fake Two weeks more and here you are Sitting near me, alone at the bar Too young to drink, too old to forget Why haven't I given up on you yet? I climbed the mountain, and I ran back down How do I always end up on your side of town? Rinse and repeat, do it again More of you on the floor in my den
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