burning fire
always the liar
used her
abused her
it was too late
so much to hate


nights spent crying
choking and dying
used her
boozed her
minds foggy, its fate
so much to hate


thoughts spent wasted
remembering how he tasted
used her
amused her
until she said to wait
so much to hate


burning fire
so cold...

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