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(just for the record, this is perfectly fictional. Neither me nor my wife have ever had problems with fidelity. I did have a girlfriend cheat on me once, which is probably where this came from.)
Unfaithful To feel a cold inside my head, Not viral beast but chill instead, To sit and stir and sweat in bed, And wonder where I stand? I want to scream I need to cry, I want to burn and bleed her dry, But then again I wonder why, We cannot try again? The clouds are thick they block the sky, And we will speak and we will try, Our frailest trust our love so dry, Awaits a calming rain? Might never be the same.
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