I'm sick of your L.I.E.S.
I'm tired of you ignoring me,
telling me we're still friends,
when you obviously don't think we are.
I'm tired
of guys like you
thinking you can do whatever you want,
and get away with it.
Can't you tell that I've felt the same way?
Now you tell me no
&&
pretend that I never existed.
Why did you [stop] talking to me?
What did I DO wrong?
Stop pretending I don't Exist.
We both know what you're doing,
but I don't understand why.
Please stop this pain you're causing me,
I can't take it.
Author notes
Darkwell is Dirty Pretty
A contest entry
- Pretty Dirty by Darkwell.
550 points, ended November 22, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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hopefully by the time he figures it out youll have the best guy ever
theres a stream of consciousnessess to this one and a lovely light DP form WTG Good luck in the contest



