Poetry | 12 Lines
here i am
all of me
wondering why
you left thee
i thought i meant more
but i was just a sore
a wretched pain in the ass
whom you called whore
with how you treated me
why should i care
i never felt happy
i was only filled with fear
here i am
all of me
wondering why
you left thee
i thought i meant more
but i was just a sore
a wretched pain in the ass
whom you called whore
with how you treated me
why should i care
i never felt happy
i was only filled with fear
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