you get home from work,
on your face is this ugly smerk,
you take my stuff,
thinking i really give two fucks,
well let me tell you somthing,
to me you are nothing,
so after i say this,
your face starts to twist,
you look right at me,
then i start to see,
the truth,
its like a kissing bouth,
all for show,
your so fucking low,
you never loved me,
it just took forever to see,
what you really are,
to you im just one of the 100's of stars,
im just another one out there,
and then again you snear,
this is what i fear,
pain,
to you its but a game...
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this is really good (:
I'm going to refrain from correcting grammar because people hate that, but it's amazing.
lines 12-17 randomly make me want to curl up in a corner and cry D:
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thx
thx polly ^^ btw love ur profile pic ^^ -
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you're welcome (: and thanks haha
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I'm not sure why but this reminds me or my grandma and like my dads whole side of the family would "play the game"
aka
they would be the perfect little angels in society but behinds closed doors there was abuse and alcoholism and drug use
and i always got punished for how i acted in public because i wouldnt change how i was
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