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prom king

by @marksoltero

infatuated with me you became my biggest enemy something insincere about how you wanted me i was there to take the edge off coke binges at the bar every other night and you wonder why your hairline is moving backwards you caused my mood to lose all stability then crying for your attention you were starving for us to look past your lack of personality you didn't need a reality show you needed a reality check at the time you were 23 way too old for me you were grasping at straws to be pretty we can see the crow's feet setting in and your liver failing no amount of jogging can bring back your peak you're the biggest cliché you go to emo night unironically you said you saw yourself in me we are not the same remember you were a prom king
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marksoltero
27 / M / New York
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marksoltero
27 / M / New York
Published
Aug 7, 2021
Time
2m
Tags
#new#mine#hellopoetry#hate#cliche#starving#prom#crying#insincere#reality
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