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I'm honestly not sad.
I'm just fucking mad.
I'm mad because for a second I believed you to be honest.
I'm mad because I thought that just maybe everything could end up fine in the end.
I'm mad because I honestly didn't think that someone that I'd invested so much time in could screw me over.
I'm fucking mad at you.
And if that's what you wanted and not my tears then I guess it turned out alright, huh?
I dodged a bullet and you dodged the fucking best thing that could've happened to you.
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YOU ARE READING
Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
