I hate you.
You used me.
Lied and made it out that you cared about me.
Made a fool out of me.
Made me feel like I love you.
But, now I hate you, I wish you die in the darkest hole there is.
Just never come back.
Even on your knees.
Even when you're hurt.
You used me and that's unforgivable.
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Notebook of poems 2
ПоэзияSo, this is the second poems notebook. I hope you enjoy them so good luck.
