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You like her more than me

You would rather be hers than mine

When we are one, you speak of her

When I look at myself, I see ugliness

When I look at you, I see prefection

When you look at me, what do you see?

When you say my next, it only proves you don't intend to stay

So why do I bother trying to be with you anyway?

I know you can't love me

Not when I'm in this body

I swear that I will be stronger

I'll learn to be hard

I won't let people in

Not ever again

I won't be hurt anymore

But maybe I'll give you one more chance

Unless you hurt me again

Then I'll say just one more

Again and again

I'm A broken record

And eventually you'll toss me out

And find A better record

One that is unbroken

One that's new

One that isn't me





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For Puppy

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