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I can be vapid. I can pretend... I can accomplish. This simple- amends. I hate that I can’t trust you. I no longer love you... You broke my trusting heart. And now I'm done with you You are too self-absorbed to see What you now are to me. Barely tolerated This CHARADE Is even BORING Why do I bother to make you happy? When I -- no longer-- care.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
The End of the End.
I can be vapid. I can pretend... I can accomplish. This simple- amends. I hate that I can’t trust you. I no longer love you... You broke my trusting heart. And now I'm done with you You are too self-absorbed to see What you now are to me. Barely tolerated This CHARADE Is even BORING Why do I bother to make you happy? When I -- no longer-- care.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
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