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discarded
discarded
you could see right through me
a swift pick up
a gulp
a quickie
then off to do your thing
feeling used and dirty
then discarded
trodden on
kicked around
left to feel like rubbish
the slow decline
the breakup
falling apart
going to pieces
feeling so small
so insignificant
as if no one knows
you’re there at all
...
Monday 13th August 2018 8:25 pm
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