LXXV. Keeping you in my drafts

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Unpublished drafts
Sleepless nights
Scribbled pages
anger rages

shredded pictures
"Lovelorn" scriptures
broke your chain
I was in pain

still the same
lost your game
of use and throw
your "pretty show"

I guess you liked
my bloodshot eyes,
agonizing cries,
your little prize

for being insecure.
you made sure
I became too
congrats to you

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