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i saw you again today.
you were talking to her.... again.
i used to think that I was perfectly fine.
that I was fine.
i always thought that you want me.
you need me.
but now...
i just don't know anymore...
my friends tell me that you only come to me when you need me.
that you don't want me.
you don't really need me.
i never really thought about it until now,
that I was being played like a barbie doll.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©
