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Nov 2019
For the longest I gave you
That benefit
Benefit of doubt
No matter what you talked about
And each time I got hurt
Not only by your words
But also the *** of your actions
Never did I stop loving you
Or caring about you
But you never pulled those swords ⚔️ out my back
Daring to go as far as to push those deeper
How long was I supposed to suffer
Going to sleep wondering if I was wrong
Especially after you’d gone
Nobody knows that pain
I was helping you when I couldn’t help myself
And that stained my heart ❤️
Even if my pen writes a thousand words
They will never draw the whole picture
I guess art is pain
My words draw birds on the canvas
Much like this dove on the paper
But get this I’ll always love ❤️ you
But I don’t know if I can ever trust you
Written by
Dom McDo  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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