the last

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No matter how many foes I face
Friends I loose
I will always be
I will always be the last one standing
I have loved many many times
Only to be betrayed and lied to
And each and every time I cried
My tears fell like rain
Slowly creating a river of sorrow and heartbreak
I'm sick of this
Sick of being the last to know
To know the lies in looking me in the face

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