The Prize

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You told me you loved me but then you left

You said you couldn't keep loving me

But then you started loving other boys and none of them loved you like I do

You called me your best friend

You said I was important

But all you do is destroy me slowly

You once told me You lost your most prized possession

And I told you with tears and a smile

That used to be me




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