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Nov 2014
You waited until you could see the whites of my eye
You let me drag that far
So you could aim clearly and unmistakeably hit me cold flat in the heart

Now are you satisfied that I burned all of my passionΒ Β 
Just to be belittled once I reached the top?
And does it make you feel better that you only used one bullet
Barely broke a sweat
To rip me of any hope I've ever had
Marissa Kay
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