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Nov 2016
Slowly dripping,

Your crocodile tears of love.

You don't need to say you love me;

I know of the things you have done.

Don't cry in front of me,

Because I know what curses you say to me behind those eyes.

Don't ever try to win me back again,

*You'll just end up in an endless cycle of games.
Revenge is best served golden brown, I guess
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
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