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Nov 2016
It was a beautiful pain
when you came crashing through.
Eyes like December clouds
met eyes of Autumn hue.
You told me I was your second choice,
and I let myself be used.
Now I'm kept awake by the noise
that I refused to lose.
You kept me captive
with your whiskey eyes.
How am I supposed to live
when you carried me to my demise?
You were my everything,
but I was just your "special case".
Now I can't do anything
but see your eyes in his face.
killjoy
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