My poetic blood flow has stopped,
but here's a blast from the past:
I AM SOMEONE
Why is this world so cruel?
It's turned out for the worst.
Every time he says "i love you",
it just hurts more and more.
I love to see those words
printed carefully on his letters;
Until i realize it was just
another lie, all he's doing
is playing with me.
Tearing me apart one
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