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Sep 2015
Maybe it was me, not you...
**** it.
I ain't one to
Sugar-coat the truth.
Or sacrifice my youth.

You were fun while it
Lasted.
Dabbled in my
Little thing of passion.
Became my main source of the
Madness.

What the ******* expect from me?
Better than them hoes
That just want a check from me.
But still, wasn't much that
You could get from me.
And **** it, if there was,
Still wouldn't get from me.

I'm deliberately harsh.
Say things from the heart.
Make you swear I've no
Heart.
But you was tearin us apart.

I would never feel remorse,
I could never shed a tear for you.
If you was dying from a fright,
I wouldn't **** a fear for you.
Dying here tonight?
Yeah, I'd like to hear from you...
If you wanna tonight,
I'll rush the new year for you.

Ungrateful little *****...
Happy I don't have to deal with you

Could never feel for you.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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