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Jun 2018
You aren't who you used to be,
So I think it's time I go
To lands where I dreamt lucidly,
Of friends I used to know.

Don't think you hold much use for me,
Just wishes to curtail,
The instincts speaking truthfully
Of the depths of your betrayal.

You're the Demon of Abuse to me,
The Gates of Hell confined.
I can't reason with the lunacy,
While hate befell your mind.

So wrong, how you’ve been using me,
A fleeting creed departs,
Don't long for how we used to be,
Don’t beat with bleeding heart.
Written by
Austin Lyons  M
(M)   
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   JL Smith
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