"Fuck you"
Is not how you address me
Infuriated, inebriated
Excuses don't justify who you turn into when I tell you I disagree
Guess there's no one to blame
No one to blame, but I
The field was open and you played the game
Played me, played me, played me 'til I said goodbye
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Poezie↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
