Moved On Damn Well
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Once upon a time, you were my obsession. But was moving on a crime? 'Cuz you only ever led to depression. You shattered my heart, boy, isn't that what you wanted? You treated my love like a toy, my heart, you haunted. I could never get back at you, but I guess this is my revenge. Now look at you, boo, Our so-called relationship, you want to mend. Look at me now, the best I've ever been. You think I'm still broken over you? Damn boy, You can just keep wishin' that was true. The time wasted on you, I regret. Kind of wish we never met. But I'm fully done now, won't let you reenter my world anyhow.
2020-05-31 07:19:04
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Nafisa J.Bae
eyyyy i hope this poem isn't bout me, bOo -_- XD
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2020-06-04 20:55:02
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@Nafisa J.Bae lmfaoo nooo its bout someone else hehe ykyk ;)
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@user8720 XDXDXD yupp
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