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Mistake

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I knew that she was yours,
but if I never said her name,
she wasn't real,
she didn't exist,
and I wasn't stealing you from anyone.

It was almost like a game,
trying to make you mine;
to love me,
to crave me,
but it was too easy.

You were another mistake
I wish I could un-do.
I hurt her,
and myself.
And you weren't even worth it.





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