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no way out

You tell me I am not the same
No I'm not
I would think you would
Rather I was not
But I guess
My emotional mess
Was what was needed
For you to be attentive

My misery was
Your gain
My insomnia
Was your game
I was your pawn
To play with as you liked
To be seen
And not heard
To be used
At your convenience

Well the time has come
For me to say....
I'm done.
The end of us has come
Turn about fair play
Don't come to me
Wanting to say
What you think
Will get you your way
Your way is done
For me
And there is no way out
Written by spikedemt (leah)
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