poem 43

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You were mine first,so much crying that it had me thirst.
I found you and she lost you,but who are you?
Wish I could say I love you,but you're not you.

My eyes already red,my body sunken on our bed.
Tired of all this mess,wish I could be yours and leave this place.

Our love story ends but can we please stay as friends?
Wish I could love you,but you let her play you.
My mentality already broken,my lover already taken.
Wish I could repeat,but I'm tired of running with this feet.

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