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Jul 2016
I was nothing
but a means to an end.
I was nothing,
and I trusted you, my friend.
I was nothing,
and you loved how easy
it was to use me.
I was nothing when you held me.
You were everything,
and I fell swiftly,
hopelessly.
Yet I was still nothing.
Nothing but a means to an end.
You ate my heart whole,
you soulless demon.
**** you-
may you never ensnare another naive soul.
**** you...

go back to hell.
Carolyne McNabb
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   Pushkar Mishra, --- and ---
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