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Cutting off negative people use to being rejected. Talking no one is listening told the truth everyone thinks your salty. When you win they judge treat you like the enemy. Growing up poor, staying humble; don't need to be reminded.
Picking and choosing when they like you. Losing things thinking you'll never rise up. They deflate your head, knock you down; thinking those harsh words are doing you a favor. Don't care for that it doesn't help.
She had a tear in her eye
Her lips parched and dry
His hands were red as a ruby
He’d been caught in a lie
Yet, he tried to deny
That he wasn’t in love with another young beauty
Her anger was just
Lost over lust
As if a plot to her own twisted movie
She believed in their trust
It was an absolute must
Now going forward, she’ll have to be more choosy
I drink wine from the box not the bottle.
     I'm not a connoisseur. I'm a wine sewer.
     My empties are very functional. I make
     so many things from them. Chairs. Beds.
     Dog house. Walls between us too tall to
     ever surmount. Even my own coffin.
All my cuts and scrapes
Have been exposed









Ouch,
So much this burns
You’re not drunk, you’re repulsive.
You’re not repulsive, you’re sad.
You’re not sad, you’re a tragedy.
You’re not a tragedy, you’re here.
The irony of love.
Without hesitation,
we would take the bullet for the one pulling the trigger
irony love
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