B

let down hard

I let him in once again, broken lies my eyes open to my surprise I seen his lies he filled me for a little time, my poem you will find, he tells me he loves me and only me, how he would look into my eyes and tell me lies, he's been telling another the same words the same love, how can he love 2 I hate him I'm praying to not love, praying to forget his ass I must move on from my past
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