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Mar 2016
Tell me have you had your fill?
Was I your cheap thrill?

Lie to me, tell me I'm the one,
Have you had your fun?

Throw me in the trash,
Where you keep your stash.

I'll join all the rest,
Since I failed your test.

Do you feel proud?
Do you see me, now?

You left me broken,
With the others, unspoken.

No, I won't shed a tear,
Now, all is clear.

You think you're a man,
But you'll never understand.

You'll never know love,
Nothing to speak of.

Now I'm the one who's sane,
Since I defaulted on your game.
Rebecca Smith
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