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I always thought you different,

kinder than the rest.

But when I think about it,

you really weren't the best.



Your gentle smile,

and warm hearted eyes.

Why couldn't I decipher,

your truths from lies?



The words you softly spoke,

made my heart beat once more.

Yet it was never really alive,

it was dead just like before.



You said you loved me,

for the person I really was.

You wanted me to change,

be someone unlike myself.



Tell me, where is this love now,

or am I just another dumb joy?

Apparently I was nothing better,

than your dazzling fuck toy.



I hate you. I love you.

I wish you would fucking die...