Blonde

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Her hair coils in small springs

of perfect sunshine with her smile

that lay upon miles and miles of endless beauty

she reminds me of warm summer nights

were love was something only we knew

and the world would never know

you left for so long

I began to hate blonde

it was never the same beauty

as I remembered of you

but you came back to what

to hunt to kill

just to hurt me?

torment my every movement 

she will realize

I am not the me she once knew

the me she once loved

for I have someone else who loves me

the real and raw me

she fed off my sadness and fear

maybe never even loving me

or giving me a chance to do anything

to stop the manipulation

and hurt that damaged me

it damaged me so bad I let the dark

and disgusting touch me

they rummaged my mind

to break me further

so that i was unlovable

and now I am back to that 

what am I to do

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