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Sep 2019
We are a mess
Can't live without one another
but I wasn't your another.
broken hearted now

This wasn't what you promised me
now I mean nothing to you
do you care? No.

Sick of regret
I throw up
Sputtering.
Why did you do this to me?
Written by
Josiah Bates  17/M
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