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Tired Of His
tired of you playing with my head
you used me and i knew it
i should have said no
i didn't that's my bad
i really did love you
you decided to play with my heart
now we are both alone with noone else
how does it feel?
i gave you everything
i never did you wrong
so what did you do?
well nothing i guess
you're the one that ended us
poem
by
Marissa Ford
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