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#hurtfeelings
Broken glasses on the floor Arguments never leave our room Passionate we were Now all I see is broken souls With trust gone, secluded we've become How I wish the amazing days would come back to life I know we hurt each other But it's us to heal our sores So the least I could ask is stay & help me fight once more
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
Picking up the pieces
You went off half cocked It was me that you shot Like an automatic machine gun Words out of your mouth just flung I'm bleeding out here on the ground It's my body you keep stepping around I was always there for you I helped you more times than a few But yet here I am I'm still the one ****** For every good deed there is a punishment You sent our friendship into banishment So don't look you might not like what you find For you burned that bridge, I've locked that door and left your *** behind
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Left Behind
You are not the only one that's broken Do you even realize how hurtful  those words where that was spoken You voice is all I can hear It keeps ringing in my ear "Your an awful person" Made my depression worsen Do you realize what you've done You didn't place in my hand the gun You just gave me reason to pull the trigger I wish your last words you would reconsider Guess you don't care what your words cost For it was only me that you lost
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Power of Words
Some people are so good at finding bad reasons to dislike someone who dislikes them for a good one.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
How Convenient
The leaves we're burning bright Like thunder. Open the belly of the beast, From under her patient paws Uncertain Lost in a thought, Lost in motion. To speak out sound That's left unspoken. I found a light To keep me grounded. Forever keeping me safe, Sure, and certain For there was a tinge of a man uncertain Lost and confused And easily amused By preying On those who are weaker. He knocked on our door, We invited him in with kindness He saw nothing, but hates blindness. I felt you sneaking, Tweaking in. No longer I call you friend.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
The beast