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Sick and Abused

Sick and abused, I fell for you. I love you more than I love myself. I weep until I fall asleep. My head spinning. My body weak. My soul is dead. I remember the lies which you’ve said. I watch as the leaves change colors and it’s so pretty to see them fall and die; just like myself. I should have caught on to your way so very long ago. I was your dark, delusional fantasy, while you, were my love.





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