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Just 20 Bucks

"Babe, just one more time
I promise I'll pay you back."
I'm not you're babe,
your wallet, or your slave
and it's all just like you
to come around now
as it's pouring outside
and you know I'm alone.
I slammed the door in your face,
why so surprised?
I got the box of your clothes
and threw them out on the lawn.
I saw saw you in front of the house
just laughing.
Just laughing at my anger
and your muddy track sweat shirt.
And as if that wasn't enough,
once I was inside, dry and
starting to recover
you called me and said,
"Maddi guess what? I hate
you." Call ended.
Your love ended.
My hope, ended.

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