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Jan 2019
We've had our chance
And we had our time
But you took your stance
And I took mine

When we met
Your words were venom on my skin
The poison set
Now neither can win

You lured me in
A rabbit in your snare
I told you my sin
And you had your share
You threw me in the bin,
Left me without a care

But let me warn you now
I'm not getting strung along
I'm breaking my last vow
Leaving you where you belong.

You took your fire
Now I'll take mine
I can hear the choir
Guess you missed the sign.

Things WON'T end fine.
I plan on ending the Collection soon.
Enjoy.
Chris
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Chris  20/M/Washington
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