Boys
I used to obsess over a boy
who treated me like a toy.
I believed his lies,
ignoring the tears that'd fall down my eyes.
I don't know why,
but when I think of him I still cry.
He is one of my biggest mistakes,
yet when I think about him my heart still aches.
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