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Feb 2019
I hope the guilt of being
a Liar, and Cheater -
of stabbing the backs of those who fell
Under your facade of Love -
Tears you apart every morning
when the dream finally ends,
and You are left
alone again.

With nothing, but the guilt
and sorrow and loneliness that you
brought upon yourself out of
selfishness.
i ****** hate uuuuuu
Harper Simmons-Henrard
Written by
Harper Simmons-Henrard  20/M/Albuquerque, NM
(20/M/Albuquerque, NM)   
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