My dearest love, you played us both. Eventually, and I mean eventually, became a woman I came to loathe. You actually played all three of us, but who's counting? Masterfully manipulating us, made us both feel like we're drowning. Towards the end you disappeared, into thin air. It was too late, my heart was shattered, and I knew you didn't care.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
