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I'm Done


I’m done with lying and crying and feeling this way Of laying in the dark, knowing that for my sins I will pay Of pretending for you, that I really want this When really it is our friendship that I miss I’m sick of feeling like I am no longer me Of locking up my words and throwing away the key I’ve let you use me however you wish And yet did not feel that something was amiss I’m tired of things being how they are I’m done begging and pleading and wishing on a star You cared about me less than I care about you Don’t you dare lie and say “that’s not true” All you ever wanted was to fuck me hard You would have left my heart on the ground in shards And yet for some reason, I cannot say why, I savor the bitterness of your every lie But I’m done dreaming childish fantasies For you were nothing more than a twisted dream
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