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Myself
I left everything, and made you my everything. Just for you to stab me in the back. Down on my lowest you left. I thought you had my best interest, instead you squeezed my heart to death. And instead of giving it back you left my heart on the shelf. Haven’t let me seen taeden, you got him thinking I left him by himself. Left me for dead, I was sleeping in the car by myself. Cold and lonely, I did...
Tuesday 24th September 2024 4:01 pm
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