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Chains

My heart is broken,
shattered to bits.
My pain is like,
I've taken a series of hits.
You betrayed my love,
shredded my care.
Ripped my heart up,
as much as you dared.
The pain is now pumping,
Like poison in my veins.
And what makes it more hurtful,
is that you treat it like games.
My sadness now over,
onto the flames.
I'm no longer a player,
To your silly games.
I walk by you now,
Glad that I'm free,
And send you a smirk,
sayin', "Dont cha' miss me?"




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