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There is nothing left for you to fix There is nothing left for you to say I guess you really did all that to have everything play out your way. I was so careless I was a mess Somehow my mind you managed to undress I cared about your happiness that for a brief moment I left myself behind In a puddle of distress In a empty pattern of unstableness. I was born with wings that you tried to cut through There was a disguise that prevented me from seeing the real you. Giving you time to convince me that you cared about me too.. I guess this is your cue... I guess the last thing I want to say to you is: I hope the next time you look a female in the eye, you select to be true.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
There’s just one last thing I want to say
There is nothing left for you to fix There is nothing left for you to say I guess you really did all that to have everything play out your way. I was so careless I was a mess Somehow my mind you managed to undress I cared about your happiness that for a brief moment I left myself behind In a puddle of distress In a empty pattern of unstableness. I was born with wings that you tried to cut through There was a disguise that prevented me from seeing the real you. Giving you time to convince me that you cared about me too.. I guess this is your cue... I guess the last thing I want to say to you is: I hope the next time you look a female in the eye, you select to be true.
A past experience that no longer hurts But definitely a hard time that felt the worst.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
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