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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Heartsong Wreakage

 

I always knew how badly I wanted you

And I know how hard it is to let you go

I’m trying to hide it, not let it show

But this love we tried to grow, shriveled and wilted



So I’m jilted, rejected, fuck him… I was down-right disrespected

Trust broken, his little hair dresser token, with words exchanged that I wish remained unspoken

You must be fucking joking! What the hell are you smoking!?

I’ve finally awoken to the reality that is my life.


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