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Insensitive

I'm tired of your lies

why would you mess with the weak-hearted

I trusted you

I qave you my heart to hold

but you chose to shatter it

my days are now dull and faint

my sun is black

my niqhts are now cold

like my frozen heart

I hope you rot in all your fibs

because you never cared





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