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Taking You On. Breaking You Down.
How could I have been so stupid?
How could I have been so naive?
To think that I could love someone
So selfish and young and naive?
Never mind, never more.
I give you myself, and still you want more?
Sometimes you want less, sometimes you want more.
Hiding the hatred and disgust in my core.
Where there was passion, she saw only thirst.
When there was selflessness, she only saw opportunity.
She called me a loser and told me to get a life.
And this is the girl who wanted to be my wife?
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