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Abigail Aug 2016
I began to hate you
I guess it was written in the stars
Because we were woven into each other,
But you began to choke me with the strings

I fought against the current
An endless battle to keep you here,
But it doesn't really matter now
Because I'm replaced by some other pretty face.

You don't know how you've hurt me,
and the damage is too deep for an easy fix
I'm haunted by the broken trust and betrayal.
And this is how I tell you, "You win."

— The End —