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Y’all played me.
So I became the player.
Simple circle of life
Survival of the fittest.
Predators need prey
Or else they are prey.
Instead of being broken
I break.
Instead of chasing
I let y’all chase.
I live for the adrenaline
Lust for the kill.
Used t’be
A certified lover girl
Doe eyed
Pink cheeks
But y’all turned my heart black
And don’t cry when I leave
Because y’all left first.
I’ll let you simp
I’ll let you cry
I’ll let you get down on your knees
And then I’ll show you what you’ve created.
A body you’ve never touched
A soul black as the night
Plastic heart.
Y’all asked for it.
May the best man win.
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About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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