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I never heard a word from you.

I never heard you speak.

You say you tried talking to me,

but your words had come out weak.



You told everyone we were going steady.

You said we were going out.

I don't recall this happening,

so how'd the rumors start about?



You said that I had beaten you-

I had bruised you like a whore

that day I hung with my male friends,

but what would I do that for?



To be honest, I don't know you.

So where's all this coming from?

I have never even met you.

You think I think you're scum.



Now you talk about me denying myself.

And I have no clue about what?!

I never even loved you.

So now I'm a dirty slut?



I think you better stop following me.

You're beginning to give me the creeps.

I can't even walk alone.

Everyday, you disturb my peace.



I don't know how I vacate that shrine of yours.

Why do you have pictures of me all over your wall?

Why do you sleep next to my picture-covered pillow?

And you made me into uh...

a DOLL?



(to be continued)