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Dec 2013
this isn't a battle that we're in,
but you've done a spectacular job
of destroying me.

i probably could have dealt with just you
but you dragged her into it as well.
that was what sealed my fate.

it's true, i tried to hurt you first.
it was a futile effort to make you leave me.
i think i just fueled your spirit.

my move was like aiming to fire.
it was a threat, and i hoped you would buy it.
you were the one to shoot first.

i'm too exhausted for a war.
i want to be done with you.
this is me raising the white flag.

you've won.
well
Written by
Clare Iskov  London
(London)   
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