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Jan 2014
Sometimes I think about you
and all the things we use to be

And then it hits me again
all at once
like a train

You never loved me
and you never cared

And I was just another player
in your sick and twisted game
I don't even think the title is relevent to the poem tbh. Idk I'm just really tired and hungry
pastelcoke
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pastelcoke  Australia
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