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Apr 2015
I don’t understand how I even try, especially when the only thing I ask is “Why?”
Did you play with me as if I were a puppet in some game?
Or did I mean anything to you at all?
You give truth to the phrase “All men are the same”
And one day, I pray, that your pride will meet its downfall
For nobody deserves this… your selfishness.
I am probably going to add on more to the beginning at some point
Heather Anderson
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Heather Anderson  27/F/Chicago
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