The end of me.
I laid in bed,
I could not write.
I lost my soul,
and lost my mind.
Now I am so frustrated,
I simply just can not take it.
Tears streamed down my face every night,
I held on to you so tight.
You betrayed me, and you decieved me.
Suddenly you chose lust so greedily,
I gave you every inch of me.
I showed you love but you could not see,
Not more blind than me I let you hold that knife
That ended everything that I was ever supposed to be.
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