You love so you give and you let them take what they need. And it hurts when you find out that all along, you were just being used. But to see them just waste what they used you for, take for granted those they got from you, to wake up and see what they did to what they slowly destroyed you for, just hurts even more.
After all they've done, they look at you and past the destruction they have caused, you hear them say, again, without any hint of regret, that they want more, and the saddest part is, you still willingly give.
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Mediocrity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that border on mediocrity. Do not expect anything great here.
