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at the start of this war, happiness dissolves.
laughter is engulfed by silence.
no more games.
it's you or nothing.
i lost.
i lost you.
to somebody prettier, somebody thinner.
to somebody I can compete with, but didn't win.
to somebody who knows how to fold the cards.
to somebody who treats you like a piece of trash.
i pity you.
you picked the wrong girl.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©
