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still doll
You know theres…this feeling 
 A feeling of euphoria whenever I see you 
 Its been there as long as I can remember 
 I cant ever picture seeing you without it 
 Even now 
 But now the feeling isn’t alone 
 It mixed with a 
 heart breaking jaw clenching finger curling eye numbing pain 
 that also only occurs when I see you 
 but mainly when I see you with her 
 though the thing is…its not only one girl 
 its several 
 its not only some random unknown faceless girl either 
 its always one of my closest friends 
 and the pain…oh the pain 
 it hurts so much 
 and I cant help but think that Im the cause of it 
 not you 
 because even though you used me to get to them 
 I let it happen over 
 And over 
 And over again even though I knew it was going on 
 Cause I wanted to believe that you felt the same way once more 
 Cause I want to believe you were telling the truth 
 When you told her you loved me 
 We went back to dancing our sick twisted waltz of 
 Deceit 
 Lies 
 Fake feelings 
 And false assumptions 
 And I glide through the steps so elegantly 
 For I know the steps so well 
 And right before the end before the princess kisses the prince 
 I fall 
 I fall through the tunnel 
 Forever playing my mistakes 
 My shattered hopes that maybe this time will be different 
 That maybe this time will be real and true 
 And the images break and shower me with their glass shards 
 And right before I hit rock bottom I land in the net you wove 
 This time not of fake emotions and whispers of nothings 
 But of the gentle loving protective friendship 
 I cherished before the first dance 
 But only for a bit 
 But only until you feel the need to use me again

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