You told me you're tired of commitments,
you had to leave.
You told everyone you're tired of committing,
you had to leave.
So you left, only to commit greatly to another.
Should've just told me you've found a greater toy to play with.
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Immortality of Pain
PoetryGatsby threw all the large parties for Daisy, I write poems for my love. and in the end? Daisy's a bitch.
