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One last time

May 23, 2019
By Anonymous

You came to me when you were mad
I was dumb to take you back
I thought you would change
But i was wrong and now filled with pain
Just watched it all sail away
I thought you were here to stay
You promised you wouldn't leave
But that promise was deceived
I wish i could undo, what you put me through
Seeing you doing better blows my mind
I thought we were forever but that was a lie

© Anonymous

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