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Jan 2019
It pains me to say this,
It would hurt more to not,
I'm gonna miss you sis,
Even though you're a thot,
My jealousy seeps out,
When you're with other guys,
And I might start to doubt,
You through all of your lies,
Saying you really care,
When I'm feeling like ****,
*****, now I am aware,
Of this ongoing bit,
I want out of your life,
And you get out of mine,
You've been causing the strife,
That's knocked me out of line,
I'm a coping device,
You just want attention,
I'm squeezed between the vise,
Of love and ascension,
Is impossible here,
When you're holding me down,
Through all this *** and beer,
So I chill out and drown,
Out all the bad feelings,
That you keep giving out,
And I cant stop realing,
In thoughts of **** you spout,
Out of your mouth like that,
Time you said you love me,
I guess it's just a fact,
You will steal love from me,
Cause I was told you knew,
That you had been flirting,
Leaving me black and blue,
The wounds won't stop hurting,
So there's a decision,
I've decided to make,
Must be a division,
You decide to partake,
In that's of you and I,
*****, read between the lines,
I want to **** myself,
So please go ******* die!
I'm going to finally tell her that I should stop seeing her for my own mental health.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
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