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Oct 2013
He told me he loved me,
But hurt me so fast.
Foolishly I forgave him, thinking we'd last.
Everything was seemingly better for us.
Little did he know, I was hating life.
Desperate for attention I started playing with knives.
When the attention I craved came from a new man,
I dropped josh hard.
I became the worst kind of wild card.
And I'm not even sorry.
fixations of a broken girl
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