She Was A Narcissist

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she's a rare breed of pettiness,
it's like she thrives off misery.
she's the one who held my heart tight these past weeks... i couldn't stay loose from her company.
she made me rethink what i thought i believed -
she made me sink to the bottom of my grief...
reaching my hand upwards for her to save me from her.

maybe she's an illusion.

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