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ironic love

you told me you loved me like romeo loves juliet yet you throw yourself to him

you told me you liked the way i was yet why do you kiss him?

you told me my eyes shined like the crescent moon on a cold nigh yet your lies hurt me so bad

the pain is unbearable yet your alligator tears are not help at all

what, why, is it me? no of course not it's your own little definition of love.





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