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Dec 2015
Get tired of me like it always goes.
Tired of me and my ways
Of pretending you truly care for
Me, me, the one who's too dull, too plain for anyone
Like a faded dream, a dead star.
It always happens, these words and stories don't matter to anyone.
Always just wishing for more, and all I'll never have
Goes past me as a reminder that I am not enough.
tamia
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tamia  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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