Standing at the end of the line reminiscing,
You didn't play me.
You told me exactly what I wanted to hear from someone,
It's a pity that I didn't tell myself this enough.
I craved it from the lips of a stranger.
Unfortunately, you took my vulnerability by the head and banged it hard on the wall.
The blood on the wall wasn't a clear indication of lifelessness,
So you set it on fire to be certain.
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