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Sep 2014
I hate what you did to me.
      And what you made me do.
Worst of all is how you left me.
       Denying we were true.
I hate the way you made me feel.
       Because now I'm not the same.
You took from me my innocence.
       My life is not your game.
I hate the way you treated me.
       Just because you knew.
That I could never really hate you-
       Even you knew we were true.
Sadly this one goes out to several man childs. Hope you enjoy your lackluster lives!
Pdub
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