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Sep 2013
Abra cadabra.
You played a trick on me.
Disappeared without a trace.

Was I not worth the warning?
Was I just *not
worth it for you anymore?

You used me.
Like a toy on a shelf
you only paid attention to
when you were bored.
when it was convenient.
when you had nothing else to spend your time on.

I let you right in,
left the door wide open for you,
yet all you did was rob me
and leave.

If you think I'm going to
put up with you forever
I can't
My patience isn't unlimited
and you used it right up.
I've grown tired of the chase.
I'm done.

It's time I perform a disappearing act of my own.
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