poem 81

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I loved you like my first, then you played my heart like my last. Laughed, you thought it was fun to play with my heart. A tainted heart, filled with sorrow and pain. Fool, that's what I am. A weakened pawn in your game of chess. Coldness and cruelty fill my heart, people are angered now because I don't have a care in the world. -mommamafia


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