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Nov 2014
You were my something
and now I feel absolutely nothing

I hate your **** mix match socks
that made no sense
but still ******* the jocks

Remembering the way your eyes lay on me
makes me hate you more
because you knew what you were doing

Your jawline was promising
but your love for me
was nothing but an awful whim
because you were looking for something to heal the pain

I'm not medicine
but funny how you used me like a drug

& now, you're on to your next addiction
while you left me abused
just like any other addiction
Kyra
Written by
Kyra  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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