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by Whydowefear   Feb 7, 2008


Deceit and lies are your currency.
Thrown around like you were a millionaire.
You hold onto the fragments of my shattered heart like trophies from a battle won.
And I just sit alone in the dark,
trying to patch the wound you created.
As much as you want me to I do not hate you.

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  • 16 years ago

    by EssenceOfLace

    It seems a little too short for me. Like there needs to be more to the story then just what was written. Despite that, it was still filled with emotion, which is always a good thing.

    4/5

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