i c r y and i c r y
like the london r a i n
as i clutch my t o r t u r e d
head in shame
why do i have
to be so vain?
to be .so vain
has. m.E
insAne.
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Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poetrypoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.
