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stop making me out
to seem so perfect.
stop calling me cute,
stop saying you like me
when all you ever do is leave me.

even though you say
you love my
brokenness,
all you ever do
is break me even more.

here you are the reason i break,
the reason i crumble,
the reason i burn.
then you are the reason
i am put me back together.

-cycle of you

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