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Sand between her toes

She walks the small park

She reads the messages from the 2 

Over and over 

The counts at 2 

Who slipt away

The counts at 2 

On Valentine's Day 

She gained the info

And collected the facts

A month 

This took a month 

I kept her hanging for a month 

Suffering 

In pain 

If I knew she didn't want it 

Didn't feel it 

Didn't need it 

I would have helped 

And stepped away

2 people 

2 have suffered at my hand 

And all the while, I had no clue 

And I smiled 

I smiled at them 

Like a fucking psycho 

I smiled 

I was to much 

To clingy, the first said 

The second

Said it wasn't me

But

In the end 

It's always me 

Because 

I am toxic 

If, even I am anything

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