mois d'août

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there's a certain sadness i receive when i think about the month of august.
how i recklessly let myself be fooled,
simply by being told how pretty i am.
i never stopped to think about how i felt-
seeing an opportunity to possibly make me love myself more was enough,
that was until it indeed wasn't.
you manipulated me into thinking i couldn't live without you, set aside my feelings because you couldn't even handle your own.
that is something i'll never forgive nor forget, as now i know the difference-
i know to never allow myself to be hypnotized by the thought of being loved and was taught to never stoop that low ever again.
i now know to never accept counterfeit love for self gain.

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