"She thought she would get the best of me.
She didn't know I would beat her to it.
It wasn't really that hard to see
That in our friendship she was chomping at the bit.
She wasn't happy and I wasn't either.
There was a weight on both of our shoulders.
To leave or fight, I wanted neither.
But it would do no good to be with a scolder.
But I found a way to run away
Before she could find a way to push me
And I made a plan to save my own damn day
Without feeling the lick of her consuming heat.
She was trying to leave me rotting.
But I beat her to it, and now I'm broke.
She tried to catch me while I was falling.
But now I'm the one with the heart to choke."
-c.e.
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PoésieI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
