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Submitted:Jan 25, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Dark and twisted is what you are,

Messing with this heart that is disgustingly scarred.

Thinking that you changed,

My mind got rearanged.

And with the deception of your love,

I try to rise above,

But I'm too broken and bruised

to stand up to you.

I suffer from this pain

That you think is a game.

As I lay in this bed,

waiting for this life to end,

I think of you

and how you're gonna play someone new.


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