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Recycle all the memories with me,

knew she was trouble the minute she met me,

knew i called the text when she left me,

but i didn't know she would so quickly forget me,

if it's special hold on, you got to

always make sure you tell her the truth,

unless you want it to end in the worst way,

her quickly disappearing while you slowly stay,

on your last breath, just don't leave,

she laughs and taunts you while she breathes,

rolls down her sleeves and turns around to walk

away into the distance, until she replays on my wall,

is it my call to forgive and resolve?

or is it really all just my fault?

tired of thinking, remembering has me exhausted,

rolling in a ball and feeling too nauseous.