This time was different, i wasen't going to be the victim. I had to do something for myself for once. You swore to me that this time you wouldn't leave but i heard it all before. I couldn't possibly dance with the devil and ask why i was in hell. It dosen't work like that. Now it was my turn to leave and i'm sure as hell not coming back.
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Letters To You
PoetryThe words that are never spoken are usually the words that need to be said
