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I breathe deeply Everything's a game now a days No one loves steeply No one actually stays You get what you need and you leave It's like ******* the nicotine quickly out of your **** cigarette I mean isn't that what we're taught to believe (haha) Taught that using someone shouldn't be something we regret What happened to us. Exactly two years and 264 days ago We were not in lust. You wouldn't have stooped this ******* low Now you're burning into my skull You're something I hate but want to love And I'm in awe with the **** that you pull In ongoing mental traffic, let me give you a helpful shove You want me to show you my body You don't even tell me you love me anymore I'm no longer your somebody Literally you've shut me out, slammed the door What  even am I to you now? A ****** dim light that keeps flickering in the back of your mind. And I'm managing somehow Attempting to scrape the insides of your ******* mind But you still treat me like **** Like this poem I put too much effort into It's pathetic So **** it
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
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I breathe deeply Everything's a game now a days No one loves steeply No one actually stays You get what you need and you leave It's like ******* the nicotine quickly out of your **** cigarette I mean isn't that what we're taught to believe (haha) Taught that using someone shouldn't be something we regret What happened to us. Exactly two years and 264 days ago We were not in lust. You wouldn't have stooped this ******* low Now you're burning into my skull You're something I hate but want to love And I'm in awe with the **** that you pull In ongoing mental traffic, let me give you a helpful shove You want me to show you my body You don't even tell me you love me anymore I'm no longer your somebody Literally you've shut me out, slammed the door What  even am I to you now? A ****** dim light that keeps flickering in the back of your mind. And I'm managing somehow Attempting to scrape the insides of your ******* mind But you still treat me like **** Like this poem I put too much effort into It's pathetic So **** it
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
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