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Jan 2020
Each tick of the clock gets louder.
Needed to get your face out of my head.
Tested and tormented every time.
The infatuated thoughts fill my head.

Why do you keep doing this to me?.
Bring me to my knees just for fun.
My pain is your thrill and you love it.
Sleep brings me no peace.

Tossing and turning.
Some things should never be rekindled.
Some love needs to die.
Why can't you just let these feelings die.

Your an infatuation.
Your the torment I am sick of feeling.
This maybe a game of chess.
But I am done playing.

Just go and forget me forever.
Don't look for me in someone else.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
50
     ---, Hopeless Outlet, BLT and Mark Parker
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