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Ghosted
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Dedications Sometimes I think
I'm just being paranoid,
but then the grenade falls on me.
And I realize,
in my neuroticism,
I was right all along.
My world comes
crashing down on me
like a house of cards.
Flashbacks of crying
hysterically in his arms,
inconsolable.
And here I am again
caught up in
this web of emotions.
I'm still that girl
waiting for a guy
to come have sex with me.
Until I realize
he never was planning
to come to see me.
The feeling of being
rejected, ghosted,
never gets old.
I was left on read
just like every time before
and it left me wrecked.
