i finally left, im abused.
i was done, being used.
you wanted me back, i refused.
you just tryna make me confused.
saying all those sweet words, im unamused.
you lost me to your shitty excuse.
3.08 a.m, 3/04/2020
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Words Per Feelings
Poetrya poetry - of life, of love, of all the things that could hurt- and heal.
