I feel so used, you used me all up. You're killing me, all for what?
Dazed and confused I let you pull me back in, too weak to fight so I let you win. To you it's all a silly game, but for me I'll never be the same.
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Beautiful Disaster (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Super poem, sighing and poetic wit in play with words. dejection presented in an appealing engaging way. thumbs up.
U r welcome to read my poems too ESP my latest
Such an emotive write.
Hurt is one of life's unfortunate constants. That is why we must enjoy and revel in that which makes us enjoy it all. Great poem.
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