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Without Intentions


I used to think that I was the heartbroken
 
 
Used, tricked, mesmerized
 
 
When I was headed for happiness..
Boom.
There was no happy ending for me
Nights spent crying my eyes out
My brain would spin like a record
Repeating and repeating and repeating
Thoughts would trail through
I don't deserve this at all
But what if I do?
I've done it to others
Their nights were spent crying
Obsessing like I did over that one person
Wondering why they said what they said
Why they did what they did
I hurt them
Deeply
I never realized this until now
Maybe
I'm the heartbreaker

 

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