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Apr 2014
8:28 pm
It was so ******* stupid to think I could mend you, fix you,
but you changed and i'm sick,
sick of you,
sick of your pathetic stories about ******* and smoking and ******* up a chance at a decent life,
manipulative, backstabbing, *******,
I cared for you, I cried for you,
but I'm saying goodbye now,
and 5 years from now in between your lonely 4 in the mornings when you're too wasted to think correctly and in bed with someone who doesn't even know your name,
I hope the early morning breeze against your ****** breath and burning cigarette reminds you of me
IC
Written by
Natalie Betancourt
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