Fake

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Fake school
Fake hope
Fake friends, fake love
Fake teachers
Fake hapinness
Fake town, fake reality.
Why do we continue to hurt those that have been good to us?
Well, I don't know, because I am always the one hurting.
It would have been better if we just remained enemies instead of giving you my trust.
Use me
Abuse me
Hurt me, disappoint me
Depress me
Anger me
Lose me, kill me.
Maybe I am not as sad because something inside me knew this day would come.
Where I would have to face the fact that I was nothing to you other than a toy to play with when all the other ones were temporarily broken.  I am glad I met you, for I learned a lot about the world and the people in it.
Everyone is fake in some way.

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