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riddle me this.


What have I done to deserve this pain Being ignored and neglected for your own gain? What have i done to be denied your love, Your touch,Your passionate ways? I sure gave you all of mine. I'm at a standstill just waiting on your next call, your next text. All I ask is for a little feedback, A knowing, instead of being pushed to the burner in the back. Who are you to ignore this face,  This sexy body,  And this heart of gold? Is she really worth giving me up, the person  in the background, A friend in the shadows, who is always picking you up?  Is that immature bitch honestly more important than the person who ever gave a damn,  Who always gave a fuck?! Riddle me that.
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A confused twenty-two year old trying to find her way.

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alizefaison
<p><b>​truee</b><b><em>.....</em></b></p>

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