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Sep 2020
Wish I had some harder drugs to get high,
To get rid of the feelings of when you lie,
Straight to my face,
Who did you **** today?
I know you're not telling the truth when you say no one,
And I should have some self-respect, and be done,
But I've been on this ride for so long,
I don't know how to even get off,
And I just keep calling it love,
But maybe this toxicity just is not enough,
Anymore,
What for?

For all the lies he feeds me about a future only he can ever see,
Because all I can envision is the past and everything he kept promising to me,
Then he handed to someone else on a silver platter while I begged for scraps of affection,
I just want to be free, free of the love he gives me that's no more than an addiction,

It's killing me slowly,
Bringing me so low, see,
I'm on the ground ***** and crawling,
Not seeing the writing on the wall that's scrolling,
Over and over warning me to run,
Find someone who doesn't think it's fun,
To make me cry at night in bed all alone,
While he can't answer the ******* phone,
Cause his wife is next to him,
And what do I have, *****?
Nothing at all,
Who for?

For the man who feeds me lies about a future only he can ever see,
Because all I can envision is the past and everything he kept promising to me,
Then he handed to someone else on a silver platter while I begged for scraps of affection,
I just want to be free, free of the love he gives me that's no more than an addiction.
Valarola Nikola
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Valarola Nikola  33/F/New York
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