What did I do to make you so mad it seems like every time I
speak to you the mood changes like a summer day to a stormy night I knew you'd hate me one day it's ok I prepared this isn't
new, more like an old trick new person I'll keep it short you'll hate me but it's ok admit it, it'll always hurt but pain isn't new either
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A hidden truth
PoetryI'm talking to you ya know You know who you are. the one who holds the key to my affection
