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Jun 2014
I gave you my all, but because you're so used to being played you decided to play me
You played with my feelings
My love for you was real, but your love for me was never real; fake
Why you gotta lower your standards like this?
Is this the best way you could degrade yourself?
How could you be so cold - so cruel and close the chapter like I wasn't a part of it? You continued to write your book knowing I was never to be part but still stringing me along like a puppet does to his master,you had my life and you threw it in the devil's pit like some worthless object - you showed me your true colors like peacock in spring
Your wicked ways were revealed that day you brought out the side of me I never knew existed, I felt things I had never felt before... hate. for myself. I hated myself for falling in love, I hated myself for knowing you, but I couldn't hate you... I couldn't hate you, because my judgment was clouded by your *** appeal, and your beauty - your facade meant so much that I couldn't even see the wickedness that shone through your eyes - so dark

By: @OfentseTsie x @_Dvniel
I met this guy on twitter, and he told he's a fan of my work. So, I decided to work with him. He blew me off. What a talent.
Ofentse Tsie
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Ofentse Tsie  South Africa
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