Broken, Beaten, Thrown out.
These are the things you are about.
Sad, Angry, All thrown aside.
These are the things you abide.
"But I love you!" Doesn't cut.
You apologies and pleads won't change, Mutt.
Why do you continue to try?
Don't you know that I was just a pass by?
You never cared it was just for the lust,
but you went after those other girls with the big bust!
It's aggravating to see you so down.
But I ca tell you that I will never be coming around.
Because never again shall I trust you!
And never again shall I come near you too.
Because all you can do is lie, lie, lie and lie.
Which makes me want to die, die, die.
Never again.
You only did it for the fame.
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PoetryThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.