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Levi Andrew Oct 2014
I think that you lied.
A two faced *****.
That tried so hard to **** me over.
You never cared.
And you wouldn't know if I was dead.
You wouldn't care if I was.
See the thing is..
You're gonna get burned to the core.
And you told me to be good to myself because you didn't know what else to say.
I think you're pathetic.
And you must be living some game.
I deserve way better than you'll ever give me.
And that is something I know.
Not a poem. But speaks truth. I'm so sick of you lying to yourself.

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