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Tooba T Oct 2014
There once was a time,
Where you were always on my mind.
You were like the sweetest rhyme,
Always stuck in my mind.

I could see you everywhere,
In the purity of bottled water.
In the sweet summer air,
Visiting sand and salt water.

I remember every time you touched me,
The times you would pull my hair.
You had to know that you held the key,
That would light up my hair.

But instead of lighting me up,
You watered me down.
You stopped saying “Sup?”
You held me down.

And then you left,
Don’t you have a heart?
This is me accusing you of theft,
For stealing my heart.

And not giving it back.
Fine, you sadistic ***.
Keep it, you didn't mean jack
****, you sadistic ***.
:)

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