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In Shreds

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Every single time, I thought you would be different,

And all these times, you left and you went,

Leaving me in pieces, in tatters, in shreds.

What was going through all of your heads?

Was I not the one you wanted, not good enough?

Your words were cold, slicing, and rough.

If I wasn’t the one you wanted,

why didn’t you tell me instead,

of leading me on, not caring what it would come to,

you don’t care what I say, what I think, what I do.

Maybe you would care if you saw the tears that left my eyes,

my pain, my sorrow, my sighs.

It tires me, it hurts me,

things which you cannot see.

What was going through all of your heads?

I was left in pieces, in tatters, in shreds.

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