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Oct 2013
No more talking, no more begging.
No more wondering.
No more hoping.
It is gone now.
The talking, the begging, the wondering, the hoping.
Its over now.
A distant memory.
Never mattered anyway.
All that mattered was you.
You.
It is insanity, the feelings one can have. Empty feelings that were just me.
All in my mind.
My mind.
My mind playing tricks on me?
Tricks playing mind games?
Manipulation?
Humiliation.
Just me humiliating myself
Humiliation or Manipulation?
Written by
Trayc Plaja  United States
(United States)   
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