T W E N T Y E I G T H

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Knowing you have others,

Knowing that i'm not good enough,

Knowing that i would never be yours,

Its just killing me inside,

And slowly, my fluffy, soft heart,

Become ashes,

Burnt by your hurtful lies.

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